Clark's Harbour - Digby

After discarding my plans for the past week, canceling most of them and choosing new routes, I am quite tired this morning. Sharing the bathroom in a private accommodation is not really a problem with the nice couple from Toronto. Anyway, I sit at Kim's dining table promptly at 8:00 am and look at my lobster scrambled eggs. And it looks as delicious as it tastes. However, I decide that the decadence must come to an end now. Three days of lobster in a row is enough. And so I enjoy Kim's special offer with that in mind, and have a nice chat with my fellow overnight guests.

Brenda and Andy are from Waterloo. Not Belgium - Ontario. And Andy has been a huge fan of the Montreal Canadiens, an ice hockey team, since childhood. He travels all over the USA and Canada for that. It amazes me to hear all the places he has been to support his beloved team. Always combined with some tourist activities. Los Angeles, Tampa, New York. Once he drove 6 hours to Montreal and back in one day. Crazy. The pace of the two of them here is also incomparable to mine. They want to go to Port Hawkesbury today. 500 km. And then do the Cabot Trail tomorrow. Of course, in one day. And then fly back on Tuesday. From Quebec. That's another 1000 km. What takes me 4 weeks, they do in one.

After saying goodbye to my nice and warm host, I also set off. Today it is really warm, and almost humid. The thermometer in my car shows 26 degrees. After a few stops, I reach Cape Forchu - another lighthouse. And this one is so different from the ones I have seen so far. Almost futuristic. Together with the unique surroundings, it makes for a great photo opportunity and I stay longer than planned. Almost 2 hours.

In Cape St. Marys, I am the only one enjoying the view from the top. There are numerous weekend visitors on the beach below, enjoying what are probably the last warm days. But the water would be much too cold for me. I check on the internet. Maximum 18 degrees. Well, enjoy.

I ended up in Digby today. My hosts are a couple from South Africa. Attie and Heather Kruger. I pronounce it like the Krugerrand and am immediately corrected. He insists on the umlauts. KrÜger. His great-great-great-great-grandfather (or so) came from Germany to South Africa in the 18th century and was named Gustav Adolf Krüger. And in the 18th century, Adolf was not tainted yet. I think. Attie nods. 18 years ago, he came from South Africa to Canada and first lived in BC. But he says everything was so expensive there, so he continued to Nova Scotia. Where everything is becoming more expensive now too. It's because of the Ontarians. They buy everything expensively.

After the funny small talk, I quickly settle into my room and immediately continue southward. A long narrow peninsula extends into the sea here, and I am particularly excited about Point Prim. The coast has shaped a gigantic black basalt landscape here, and together with the lighting conditions today, it is a beautiful sight enjoyed by many other visitors as well.

Arriving at the B&B, I make my final changes to the plan. It's going to be a hot ride. In any case, tomorrow will be my last day in Nova Scotia before I head back to Quebec after a short detour to the coast of New Brunswick. To the French. Grrrr. But the final word has not been spoken yet. I would be surprised if I don't speak a little more English in the end. You just have to keep driving.