We got a nice wake up call about an hour before docking. Then half hour before. Then 15 minutes before. Then once we had docked, we had to wait another half hour before we were allowed to go down to the car deck. Finally, we got off the boat and officially landed on the 10th province.
The morning was spent grabbing some breakfast and randomly driving around Port aux Basques (the ferry port town). Next, we drove up to Cornerbrook for some lunch and a shower. There was a small little pub which advertised home cooked food. We had plenty of time so we decided to sit down for lunch. It turned out to be really small and run by an older lady who personally cooked each meal for us. It took a while, but it was pretty cool.
Next, we stole a quick shower in the local university gym before hopping back in the van and onto the highway. A little way down the highway we decided to go for our daily 4×4 trip. We found a large empty gravel pit. Just some sweet burnouts and hill climbs.
About two hours out of Cornerbrook, the van started to lurch a little. About a minute later, she suddenly decelerated and we slowed to a stop on the shoulder. So the five of us stood around the hood of the van proposing different theories as to what was wrong. A kind Newfoundlander stopped to jump start us, but turned out the battery was perfectly fine. The next guess was no fuel (ie broken fuel gauge). To make matters worse, we were exactly between the nearest two towns and without cell coverage. (the big three cell companies complain so much, but they can’t even cover the national highway)
Trevor headed off with the Newfie to get gas, while the other four of us were left to contemplate the fate of the car on the side of the Trans Canada HIghway. With no cell service and left to own devices, we were able to come up with a lot of possible different outcomes. Of course all of them were pessimistic scenarios. About an hour later, Trevor returned with a jerry can. The Newfie had kindly driven him back to us. After about a minute of suspense, the aerostar rumbled to life and we were back on the highway.
After some more driving we finally made it to our stop for the night. A random cabin just off the trans canada near St. Johns. A couple late drinks with some MUN engineering students and the we were off to sleep.
“Is Newfoundland the arctic of Canada” “…no, the arctic is the arctic of Canada”