Je comprends un peu le français

My latest adventure was a well planned one, Approached by Hannah on what we should do in the 10 days she was back in Newfoundland between working up near the Arctic Circle, we devised an epic itinerary, the main excursion involving leaving the country. Well okay, I'm being a bit dramatic there, but it is true.

To paraphrase Wikipedia, Saint Pierre et Miquelon is a self-governing territorial overseas collectivity of France, situated a mere 20 kilometres off the Burin Peninsula of Newfoundland. The main reason that I had heard of for people to visit there was in order to leave Canada and re-enter the following day for purposes of visas or permanent residency. We however just fancied going for good french wine and good french food.

The plan: Drive from A=St John's to
B=Fortune where you then get the FERRY to St Pierre.
When we returned we would drive to
C=Terra Nova National Park and then onto
D=Dildo Run Provincial Park.

Whilst I was the only one of us in civilisation it was my task to procure the various items we would need for the trip. Good job I already had a 3-man tent. After begging, stealing and borrowing gear from friends we were set to go. We eagerly set out in our rental car, road map and geology map in hand, down the Burin Peninsula. The landscape was remarkably flatter and less forested than we were used to on the Avalon. We arrived in Fortune after listening to a Madonna-heavy mix CD and found the ferry office, where we presented our passports and paid for our tickets. Waiting down by the docks I was naturally excited. I was going on another ferry (see the previous post if you don't know of my love of ferries.) And then it arrived...

A streamlined French excuse for a ferry.
Not being allowed above deck upset me greatly.

To get over my disappointment I reminded myself that I was going to France. Somehow I had managed not to go to France in the time I lived in England, something I am determined to rectify one day. So the first time I was going to cheese-loving nation was via Canada. Unorthodox but I'd take it. Our speedy ferry got us across the ocean in no time at all, and after briefly seeing some dolphin-esque creatures swimming alongside us we landed on French shores. A quick check of our passports and we were let out into the Place du Général de Gaulle where it seemed the majority 6000 residents of the island had gathered to celebrate Bastille Day! After dropping our stuff off at our B&B we headed back into town to soak up the atmosphere and have a wander.

The Government office decided that one flag was not enough for each flag holder,
and for their national holiday, they needed five each.

Pointe aux Canons Batterie.

Cute lighthouse, with Iles aux Marins in the background.

The US Coast Guard were in on a training exercise.
Unfortunately we missed the opportunity to go on deck and have a look around :( 

We had built up quite an appetite by this point and eager to eat some fabulous food we headed towards one of the restaurants we had scoped out earlier. Getting in just before the rush, but narrowly missing the chance to sit outside on the deck, we sat down and ordered a rather large flagon of wine. After examining the menu and admiring the English translations (the "inevitable steak house" was a favourite) we ordered our food, sharing a starter of foie gras (while in France eh?), which was absolutely divine. After an eternity our mains finally came out and we were not disappointed; Hannah's grilled bacon and scallops came on an elaborate hanging skewer, whilst my lobster risotto had been accidentally upgraded to a lobster and crispy cod conconction that did not leave me missing my original order.

The Bastille Day celebrations finished with a cracking firework display.

The following day we planned to see as much of the island as possible so we promptly went down to the Tourist Office where they quickly sorted out a van tour and a zodiac tour for us. We whiled away the morning by visiting the Museum, where Hannah once again showed off her excellent grasp of the French language, before we realised there was English translations on the other side of the boards...It was well before this point that I had discovered that while my high school level of French from 7 years could have got me through the trip if needed (everyone spoke English anyway), I was very glad to have Hannah's conversational skills. The following day she even got interviewed for French radio! While I could often follow bits and pieces of what was being said, I have always dreaded speaking in a foreign tongue. I never sought to continue to learn another language when I was younger, and it is only know I realise it is something I should have done. This is yet another mistake I am willing to rectify.

I understood this road sign explaining how to use a roundabout though. 
"You do not have the priority" should be adopted as a life rule for everybody

This is the only guillotine to have ever been used in North America. 
That's an incredible fact, but unfortunately it is woefully advertised by the
 museum and currently hidden away in a forgotten corner.

Standard WWI War Memorial photo.

Pretty Cathedral.

On our tour of the island, with the southern shore of 
Little Miquelon off to the right.

The highlight of the trip was definitely our evening Zodiac tour. Kitted up in our warm waterproof suit we drove out on the water towards Grand Colombier to see some wildlife. 

Puffins! I discovered they are awful at floating starts, flapping furiously to try and generate any sort of lift. Funny watching them belly flop back into the water too.

A curious seal. We may have seen 3 seals, or this guy 3 times, we're not sure...

Yappy Kittiwakes, with that adorable ball of fluff in the top right being a baby one.

Razorbills, looking very similar to the Murres we also saw.

Birds taking flight as we crept up on them round the corner.

Grand Colombier, where off to the left we saw a Sei Whale, 
and off to the left we saw a Humpback right by our boat.

It was nice being out on the ocean. I need to go on more boats.

Buzzing from our tour, we dined on more delicious seafood before retiring to bed happy. The following day we were aiming to go on a morning tour to the small island of Iles aux Marins however by this point I was rather poorly with a kidney infection (unfortunately can't blame the French for that) so we decided a lazy morning was best. Packed up with the two bottles of wine each that we were allowed to take back to Canada, we travelled back to Newfoundland for the next stage of our trip.

We stocked up on food in Clarenville and proceeded to Terra Nova National Park. We arrived at our campsite to find a ranger just before he left for the evening. Having not seen anyone to pay our Park fees to we enquired, before being told that we were able to camp in our spot this evening and so long as we left by 11am the next morning when the other rangers come round to check we would be fine! Money well saved. We set up the tent and after eating as if we were still in France we relaxed in front of the campfire.

There is absolutely no reason why you can't have 
mussels and garlic sauce whilst camping.

Leaving the next day before 11am we meandered up towards Dildo Run Provincial Park (same place I was in my previous post), again making a stop at the chip shop with the 26ft lobster for a lunch of crab sandwiches. We spent the beautifully warm day literally chilling in our idyllic campsite, playing 2-man euchre whilst I was wrapped up in multiple layers trying to break my chill. Sausages on birch sticks and smores were on the menu for this evening. A proper day of camping indeed.

The evening saw a lot of rain and a lot of wind, leading to me to constantly worry as to the sturdiness of my $30 tent. Having only let rain in through the tiny gap between the fly and the mesh our shelter did its job superbly. We packed up camp as it was still raining and decided while the weather was poor and I was still ill ,we should head home instead of heading up towards Twilingate for another night.

We stopped at the Tim's in Gander for some lunch when we spotted some gloomy looking people trying to thumb their way to St John's. We re-jigged our stuff in the car in an epic game of Tetris and created space for the hitch-hikers. We picked them up, restoring smiles to their faces and the two Canadian grad students made for excellent company on the dreary road back home. As soon as they were excited and intrigued to see my geology map of the island I felt reassured that we weren't going to be murdered. After safely dropping them off with long lost relatives in St John's, our adventure was over.

Overall it was successful trip abroad with a jaunt around The Rock to boot, and despite me being less than healthy I had an enormous amount of fun. I had been to France for the first time. I ate foie gras for the first time. I had seen the joy of puffins trying to fly for the first time. I had camped once again in the changeable Newfoundland weather. And I had picked up hitch-hikers for the first time. Not bad. Not bad at all.