I considered it a blessing we weren’t due in until 5 PM, as that might mean I could actually hit some bars and not want to go to bed before 9:00. My notes said George St. was supposed to be pretty loaded, so that was the plan. Unlike missing the Barbican in Plymouth, I definitely wanted to check out this area.
Sailing in was quite scenic.
More hiking trails, but I didn’t think I’d have time to get over there. Off the ship and another Newf welcome.
Big wet dog, but I didn’t care – I got my kisses. I’ve now got Neesh convinced to get one. We started walking towards George St., and we passed a poutine roach coach (Mr. Miville, paging Mr. Miville). Stopping at a couple neat souvenir shops, I realized we had almost missed George St., and taking a right brought us to the end of it. It’s short, but it is nothing but bar after bar after bar. Well, this makes bar hopping easy!
We heard some good tunes coming from one place and went in to find it empty, save for the two bartenders that looked like they were still in high school. Another group came in, and then some dude. Neesh and I joked that all the older people went to one bar across the street, and as I was laughing at another group going over there, I looked up to see the dude looking at me, so I smiled, nodded my head and turned back to my beer. Oh, and Neesh, too. Eventually the dude comes over and leans into me and says “are you laughing at me?” in a thick accent. Oh crap. This guy’s wasted, and probably on a hair-trigger temper. My muscles tensed and I was ready for a showdown, but talked my way out of it, explaining what I was laughing at. Turns out he moved here from Quebec and hated it here. I was still extremely uneasy, and he proceeded to screw with the bartender (“watch dis, watch dis, dis will be funny, watch dis”). I turned to Neesh and said drink up. She didn’t know what was going on until I quietly whispered, “he’s wasted.” “Ohhhh!” I explained after we got the heck out of there. Sheesh.
Off to get some food now that we finally found a spot in the Yellowbelly brewery. Pizza was excellent, wheat beer was mediocre. Should’ve gotten a stout. Back up to George Street, and we went a-hoppin’. At an Irish place we ran into Randy and Deen, as well as Abra and Shel. The guitarist was playing local folk music – pretty good stuff. We ended at a place where the guitarist was damned good, surprising me by playing a Mumford & Sons tune. Sadly, we reached the end of his show, and I was pretty much toast at that point, maybe around 10:30, so we headed back.
The next day, we wanted to do some more shopping and walking about, so we went up the other direction with some showers. They have a nice war memorial here.
One great thing about just wandering is the surprises. Little things to be sure, but we found a guitar impression in the sidewalk.
Apparently Newfies have a good sense of humor.
We walked for a few hours, and went back to the ship. Sailing out was also scenic, just from the other side now.
A relaxing evening, tomorrow is the last sea day, so it’ll be busy!
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