Aloha!

Ok, Aloha makes no sense at all as a title to this post but that's all I could come up with. Maybe it's because I'm now on an island. Not quite a Hawaiian Island but an island just the same. That's right, I made it to The Rock! After 3 months of cycling, I have landed on the grand island of Newfoundland and the last leg of my trip. A week from now I will be boarding the plane that turns all this into a memory. I wish I just had a couple more weeks b'y.(Newfie-ism) I guess all good things must come to an end. I shouldn't get ahead of myself though, the week is looking to be a good one. I never did finish all the updates from earlier but I still plan to. For now, a quick update. I just arrived in Argentia on the ferry from Cape Breton Island, late last night. The usual 15 hour ferry turned into 16 after we stopped to assist a small fishing vessel in da middle of da sea. Although we all were hoping for a dramatic sea rescue of gnarly fishermen from a sinking boat, everything was worked out without even having to toss one life ring. The journey across the Atlantic (ok, a wee portion of the Atlantic) was exciting enough anyway. On the boat were three other cyclists finishing their cross country journeys. Our group grew in size when we were joined by two seperate, genuine Newfoundlanders. Greg - a camaro drivin', no nonsense talkin' engineer from the tip of the Avalon Peninsula and Melissa - a laughing, smiling, fisheries officer returning to her homeland after a few years working on Prince Edward Island. The cyclists consisted of a couple from Banff, Alberta - The Grays, and a long-haired hippy from Saskatchewan - Adrien. A better lot, you couldn't ask for. We hung out all day watching the sea, watching movies, and watching each other tip em back in the bar. Good times were had. So much so, that I have changed my planned route to join Terry and Angie (The Grays) for a tour to the south from Argentia looping our way around to St.John's. Adrien was out of time and had to make for his plane in St.John's via the shortest route possible. Greg and Melissa might come meet the three of us in St.John's for a shot of Screech when we get there. It's not looking good for any more updates before I get to the capital and unfortunately I can't even add any pictures right now. (The usb ports are off limits)
I'll have some time when I get to the city to catch up on all stories thus far, and those to come enroute. You can count on pictures as well b'y, to be sure.
Put in your orders for cod tongues, I'll be coming home soon!
Love, Peace n' Bicycle grease
Blaine