More on St John's

So we're back in Banff and we have a whole lotta catchin up to do (with this blog). Tourism in this town tends to be slow in November, and Kelly and I are currently working werever and whenever we can until the hospitality work picks up. (Then we can live the ski bum dream - ski all day and work at night.)

Seems like a good time to edit down the photos from the month of traveling (rather than going out and spending dolla') and maybe recount some stories. So stay tuned for a series of rapid catchup posts. Maybe it will be less verbose than some previous posts..


Typical postcard worthy street in St John's. Open fires or wood stoves are not allowed in these homes due to the risk of the whole street burning up in the event of a fire.


Poor Tara had to do two assignments while we were there.


Kelly keeps wanting me to pose for photos. I'm trying to keep it at least a little more interesting for all of you.


A little inlet parallel to "the narrows" shown in our previous post. The locals treat this area like its a fishing village not part of the city, even when it is within what an outisder sees as St John's. Known for its Brewery (I liked the Honey Brown).

Robbie Tara Josh at the lighthouse and WW1 and WW2 battery. It was Maned by a dads army.



Finally we went sea kyaking. Those of you who know our canoeing tales (Noosa everglades) will not be surprised to find that it was blowing offshore, and we had to paddle into the wind for most of the tour (on the way back to the tour shed). Check out the chop and spray in the image below as we crossed the inlet.


after sea kyaking Tara took us to her grandma's a little further down the 'Irish' coast south west of St John's. Not called the Irish loop for nothing, they all sound frickin' Irish.