We headed along hwy 430 toward the extreme northern tip of Newfoundland where the Vikings settled around the year 1000. We were booked at The Cloudberry Inn. Sounds charming, eh? Wrong. It turned out to be a combination of Fawlty Towers and Artos Motel in Harvey, ND. (I've changed the name of the motel because G doesn't want to give bad press to the owner)
The place was a dump and the owner/maid/cook/wood chopper/receptionist was strange and very unorganized. Or maybe just overworked! He showed us our rooms but they had no sheets or towels so he scuttled off to finish the laundry. A bit later he asked J if he wouldn't mind giving up his room as he had double booked it by mistake and the woman was demanding "her" room. J, being the easy-going guy he is, said Sure, that would be ok. So J ended up bunking in our room. Well, the story goes on and on and soon G, J and I were in stitches. I fully expected Sibyl to yell out "Basil!"
We escaped to the nearest town, St Anthony, for a delicious supper at the Lighthouse restaurant. Then we hiked the Tea House Trail up the hill behind town for a view of the bay and the sea. Across the bay was an iceberg! Strange to see an iceberg when the weather is so nice. Even here, not far from Greenland, it was in the upper 60's today.
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