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Travel Blogs from Newfoundland and Labrador
Torngat Mountains National Park - Day2
... was made up of millions of flat rocks, much of which seemed to be slate. There were numerous colours within the rocks, and apparently there was some sort of rock called 'chert' that was highly prized by the Inuit for fashioning into tools. One of our staff members demonstrated the way in which tools were made many years ago.
We walked on to a sandy area, where we spied some sort of paw print – obviously bear, of some description. Another staff ...
Torngat Mountains National Park
... were back at our starting point and we returned to the ship by zodiac.
It was a wonderful experience and also to know that this area is rarely visited by tourists was a bonus. The colourful plants, albeit close to the ground, are an absolute painter's palate when you stand back and view the scenery in front of you. Fortunately we saw no bears close by, but I am still hopeful for a polar bear sighting before the end of this ...
Signal Hill and Eco Centre
... and Molly enjoy sniffing the shrubs, the old canons lined along the ridge, reminiscent of their days protecting the harbor’s entrance. We enjoy the impressive view, noticing that this is a functional harbor only. There are no cafes with tables and chairs lining the water; rather it is only large, working ships that shelter in here, resting before their next journey carting resources to and from this isolated rock of Canada.
Watching ...
Goodbye Moncton - hello Newfoundland!!!
... für mich bleiben wird. Es war eine durch und durch „Acadian experience“ und ich bin mir nicht einen Moment als Fremde oder Durchreisende vorgekommen.
Um 21 Uhr geht’s mit etwas Verspätung in den Flieger und 1,5 Stunden später bin ich schon in St. John’s, der Hauptstadt von Neufundland. Ich dachte mir, wenn ich schonmal hier in der Ecke bin, sollte ich diesen Teil des Landes nicht verpassen. Jeder schwärmt ...
You've seen St. Mary's now St. John's NF
... communities. Rounding a curve and dropping into the village of Pouch Cove the small, narrow and rocky cove created a dramatic backdrop for the town with the sea crashing into the rocks. A viewpoint at the cove revealed a wooden ramp leading up from the water with small boats that had been winched into position, one behind the other awaiting launch and their next outing into the not so friendly looking sea. I cannot begin to imagine the ...