Along came Nevil. Day 858.

Trip Start Jun 25, 2013
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Flag of Canada  , Newfoundland and Labrador,
Saturday, September 14, 2013

We left for Cape Spear about 12.30. I took Michelle on pillion. The first time she has been for a ride since her wreck. I could tell she was nervous as would be expected but she's a trooper and just got on with it. It was windy, cloudy and humid but dry, and that's all we cared about .I would still be going down to meet up with Nevil if it was snowing. 
I first met Nevil at the Horizons Unlimited meeting at Nakusp BC in 2011. He had just given his highly amusing 'Bear talk' and I had noticed his British accent. It was the first British accent I had heard in a while as I had been traveling solo for a few months. I said hello after the presentation and we had a yarn about Bears and Margaret Thatcher (subjects not that far apart). We became friends on Facebook and stayed in touch over the years. 
So Nevil was coming to Cape Spear to end his round the world motorcycle trip with his friend James (who had accompanied him on the Canada leg) and I wasn't going to miss seeing him in. I put a message out on the local biker forum 'Ride The Rock' and got a few other bikers to come along and say hello. We were the first to arrive and it wasn't long before the Newfoundland ambassador (Murph) turned up on his 'Big Rukus'. It's always a sight seeing a 6ft 4" bear of a man dressed in a high vis jacket zipping around on a scooter that looks like 'Johnny Number 5 from the Short Circuit films. Danielle, Tony, Tammy and Alan,  who just happened to be ending his Trans Canada journey on his Super Tenere also showed up and hung around for the historic moment. 
Then there they were. Nevil sitting astride tired ol Twiggy and James on his beast of a KTM. 
I filmed them coming in as I knew this would be a moment he would want to see. We shock hands and they got introductions and congratulations all round. They got their obligatory photos of the furthest Eastern point in North America then all Nev wanted to do was ride Murph's Big Ruckus. So on he got and span it around the car park. Who needs a KTM Adventure when all you need is a Ruckus ? 
After the band had stopped playing, the balloons had floated away and the excitement had died off, hunger hit and we made arrangements to ride out to get some Fish N Chips, what else in NFL?  With the Ambassador as our guide we rode in convoy down to Portugal Cove and to 'By the Beach'. A great little seaside cafe right on the shore with a view out to Bell Island. 
We all got a round of Cod n Chips as that is the only fish legally allowed on Newfoundland soil. Every other fish is laughed at and mocked until it swims away in shame. James' meal seemed to have been lost in translation and didn't arrive for hours. Some victory meal that is after that wait.
Nev told us a few yarns about the Krazy Kazaks and the Mental Mongolians until Jimmy turned up on his super nice 640 KTM with his dad on the back. Jimmy isn't the tallest of folk so seeing him on his tippy toes straddling a KTM is a sight to be believed.  
It was around 5.30 and plans needed to be made. Nev and James were going to get a motel but we convinced them to stay at Murph's biker hostel. Just about every biker and vagrant that goes through NFL stays or goes to Murph's place at some point. Some times he isn't even there when he has people staying. Did I mention the NFL people are friendly ???
We all went our separate ways to splash some honky under the arms and put a clean shirt on. We met at Murph's that evening and found the whole gang sitting around drinking ale. So we joined in. Rude not too. Right? One of the ales was called 'Fin Del Mondo' which seemed rather fitting for Nev to be drinking
Alan the old boy on the Super Tenere had told us earlier that he was getting 'screeched' in later at 'Christians bar' on George Street. It only seemed fitting that we should all go down and join in. I wasn't that keen as it's just a tourist tat thing but that peer pressure is a bastad.   
We piled in a couple of cars and got dumped off in George Street. After about half an hour and a couple of Margaritas in Christians, Alan strolled in. We all shouted his name and he slowly turned around thinking 'who the bloody hell knows me here'? He was glad to see us and joined in the merriment. 
You usually have to book an appointment to be screeched in as Alan had done. He talked to the barman and asked if some friends could be added to his list. The barman said yes thinking that it would be one or two, not five !!!  He managed to sweet talk him into it and we were in. 
At this time the upstairs bar was dead but about an hour later it was packed to the rafters of wannabee honorary Newfoundlanders. 
The Baymen came out in his Sou' Wester and clutching onto an oar.  He kept banging his oar on the floor to get everyone to be quiet while he did his speech. A small gang of pricks kept talking over him and he eventually told the guy to "shut the fuck up" right to his face, which I found highly amusing.
We each got given a piece of 'Newfoundland steak' which is part of the 'ceremony'. It's basically a piece of Spam on a stick that tastes like a used flip flop. 
The Baymen then brought out the frozen Cod for everyone to kiss. Luckily Nevil was first and I was second so I didn't have to kiss it after 40 other drunken lips had smeared their dribble over it. Although it was pointed out to me that the Cod probably gets used every night for weeks at a time for this.
I've kissed some ugly things in my time but this was a bit over the top, even for me. After the amount of Margaritas Nevil had had I thought he was going to ask the Cod out on a date. 
Then out came the Screech and we had to say the famous words before downing it.
"Deed I is, me Ol cock ! And long may yer big jib draw ! "  
Then we downed the 'gasoline in a thimble' and we were handed our certificates for being honorary Newfoundlanders. 
The place then emptied out fast and we stayed for a drink or two whilst Jimmy and I air jammed to 'Rush' , slappa da bass! 
We said our goodbyes to Alan. He has been a real laugh and a hell of a guy for being in his seventies. I bet he didn't expect this day to turn out like it did. He said "the older I get, the better I was". What a great quote. 
Six of us piled into Tammy's car and Little Jim got in the boot before anyone asked. He's such a crack up. 
What a great day it has been and I couldn't even remember going to bed.    

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