Cavendish Country Inn

... we exit the ship. It, like the others, has all of the souvenirs you can imagine. On the stage, young are girls doing highland dances for the crowd. As we enter the city we pass by two large and historic churches and the very old Rodd Inn. Despite it being a Monday morning, the city seems very sleepy. A lobster restaurant is located 100 yards to the left of the ship. We make a note of this place for a future trip. <br>

Heute beschlossen wir, den Prince Edward Island Nationalpark zu erkunden. Beeindruckend waren die Dünenlandschaften, die roten Felsen und die einsamen weissen Strände.<br><br>Wir machten gerade einen kleinen Spaziergang, als wir die Schreie von Gänsen hörten. Es wurde immer lauter. Als wir an den Himmel blickten, sahen wir ein besonderes Spektakel. Die ...

... 8217;s golfing sweetheart Lori Kane &#8211; in Charlottetown, so we headed back down there on Friday morning. Belvedere is a good old-fashioned golf club with tree-lined fairways and civilized greens. Very refreshing after the rigors of the two Links courses we had been on. The only problem was that it advertises itself as "the home of the four hour round" and being a group of physically compromised duffers who were new to the layout, we were more on to the ...

... or its sister ship, departs from Caribou N.S. seven times a day at this time of the year and we were eager to catch the 12:30pm sailing. Anna is not a boat person, but we boarded easily and plowed across the 20 or so kilometers to Wood Islands PEI without event. Interestingly, it costs nothing to cross over to PEI, either by ferry or by bridge. But they get you when you try to leave.<br><br>Mike has a business connection on PEI who was able to find for ...

... our ferry, we drove through Cape Breton and into Antigonish for lunch. We had enjoyed our meal there on the way up and have been fascinated by the name of the town. We called it "An-tig-ah-nish" until the Irish comedian in Newfoundland made a joke of the name. The Canadians pronounce it &#8220;annie-go-neesh. Seashell and Paddy made their public debut there. You will need to double-click ...

... I'll have of PEI. The people here are so friendly, polite and lovely - a lady named Eva on the plane gave me her phone number in case I needed it, and a local motorcyclist pulled over to help me find my way with a map (the Chrysler PT Cruiser with Nova Scotia plates I've hired just screams 'tourist') - but it's lovely that they went out of their way to make sure I was alright. I headed to St Ann's (a church fundraiser for 40 years!) for a traditional ...

... t actually anchored to the bottom - just floating - and each section was joined to the next by a little chain. VERY wobbly and precarious. Beautiful view though and very amusing to watch people get on at each end and see their faces as it moved away from underneath them. Eventually the path came out onto very red cliffs with not a soul about apart from one man staring out to sea. I approached to ask him to take a photo and it turned out to be the ...

... stories from his childhood, but as he was the same age as me, frankly I wasn't that charmed. Presently he went off to get oysters for everyone to try (presumably the fishing part of the spectacle) but I'm not a fan so I vanished in search of lunch. 'The Picnic Basket' appeared to be the only eatery on site but it looked worryingly dark and shuttered as I approached. A sign confirmed it was closed for the season which seemed odd to me - surely, the park still had a couple of ...

... of the cabin and then knock on the door. It was Pat and another person concerned with my safety. They had noticed that my bike was still in the same place as it was from the morning, thinking that there might be a gas leak and that I had fallen asleep. It was quite touching and something I hadn't felt for a while, that someone took the time to see that I was OK. As I might have said before quite often people keep to themselves at campsites and ...

... like gingerbread houses, and it's still small enough that even in peak tourist season (i.e. when we went in August), it's still not super-crowded and is actually able to retain its very quaint feel. I'm looking in your direction, San Francisco: Pier 39 is no longer 'cute' or 'quaint' or even 'kitschy.' It's just a crowded, overpriced tourist trap. <br><br>PEI is also a generally interesting place. They have red mud and a store where everything has cows on it.