After a long restless night on the floor, and a light breakfast, our vessel reached our destination, and it was now time to depart. Lori and I repacked our bikes and headed off the boat into the overcast Newfoundland weather. Not long after exiting the ferry, we met up with Kieren and her mom, Kaveta (Wrong spelling Im pretty sure, but Im gonna go with it haha). We took a few photos with the welcome to Newfoundland sign, marvelling at how far we had come. We decided to cycle the 140 KM to St. John's together, and Kaveta packed all our gear into the SUV, allowing for a gear-free ride.
Our first stop was a coffee shop in the pretty waterside town of Placentia. The town painted a very picturesque scene as its docked boats and waterside homes came into view over the cliff face. We stopped to fill up our water supply and grab some caffeine to compensate for our poor sleep. Kieren decided to rush on ahead to meet family who had arrived at the St. John's airport, but Lori and I remained behind, intending to take our time and meet up with her once we arrived.
After our coffee fix, we cruised on down the highway to St. John's, passing through pine forests, over rock faces, and past scenic ocean vistas. The shoulder was often wide, so we were able to ride most of the way next to eachother, talking about endless things; from the whimsical to the personal. It was a great ride, and I really enjoyed the conversation.
We continued like this all afternoon as we steadily made our way to St. John's. The highway soon became quite hilly, as we passed by more endless pine forests, lakes, and rocky hills that looked like they were straight out of Ireland. We didnt leave Placentia until noon, so it was past 7 PM whem we finally made our way into town and arrived at Matt's house. Matt and his girlfriend, Susan, were at a friend's wedding, so we simply locked our bikes up on the veranda, and headed downtown to meet up with the Brittons.
They were at an Irish restaurant called the Celtic Hearth, and once we arrived we all shared a victory feast. It was a good meal with great company; everything I expected of my victory meal, and more due to my new friends. In an extremely kind act, Kaveta paid for the entire meal, which I cant thank her enough for, amoung many other kind acts to follow. Exhausted, we all returned to the hostel they were staying in; a beautiful old fashion row house converted into living quarters, and relaxed for the remainder of the night. Around midnight, Matt called to say they would be home soon, and gave me the door code. Matt and Susan had said it was okay for Lori to stay at their house too, so we both got dropped off by Kaveta, and we moved in for the night, ready to collapse.
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