No need for maps in the Martimes I've got the routine figured out - Leave camp in pouring rain. Turn into the wind. Climb masive hill. Repeat until you find a horde of blood thirsty mosquitoes. Set up wet tent.
I'm waiting in North Sydney for our delayed ferry to NL. 10 hours delay so far thanks to stormy seas. The final schedule is shot to peices and it is now going to be a race to catch my flight to Ottawa. I am ready to spend a few nights in my own warm dry bed and a few days out of the saddle. In a few days I'll be glad to be done and also sad to be done.
Favre a Jet - sad day bro.
Smoove