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Goodbye Canada

Sad to be leaving Canada, it has been my home for nearly three months. During this time I have become proficient in ordering ‘steeped tea double milk’ from Tim Hortons, navigated the street cars of Toronto, roasted wieners on a stick over a fire at Goldstream Park in the rain. I’ve had conversations with people who genuinely end every sentence with ‘eh!’, mastered the ability to open bear proof garbage bins, watched a moose swim in Nova Scotia, met a real life mountie and seen bears in the wild. I’ve climbed mountains and walked in the the prairies. Travelled from coast to coast and even learned a few Canadian pop songs (one of which I later discover has made it across the Atlantic and it makes me smile).

Bexhill to Bexhill - Canada - Louise Kenward

Fostering cultural stereotypes, Regina RCMP (Louise Kenward, 2014)

I have met long lost relatives who I didn’t even know existed before I started to plan my journey round the world. I have been shown round by locals, met farmers and given detailed tours of a grain elevator. I’ve been shown tractors and met descendants of original pioneers. I have met up again with Annie (Lady) Brassey who accompanied me from Toronto (in spirit at least) and showed me around at Niagara Falls. I have learned that biscuits are scones and drunk maple tea. I’ve slept in a shed, marketed as ‘wilderness hostel’ and slept in a hostel with the most stunning views, of humming birds at the windows and a UNESCO listed ‘biosphere’ lake in the distance. I’ve made many friends and met new family. I have plans to meet many again in the future (and several I have already seen).

Bexhill to Bexhill - Canada - Louise Kenward

selfie attempt #12 and we finally get us and the lighthouse in…meet my ‘new’ cousin Jo, Vancouver Island (Louise Kenward, 2014)

I have utilised the full spectrum of my limited wardrobe in spanning all seasons during this time. Canada is a land of contrasts, of scenery, of climate, of scale. It is a country with at least two very good osteopaths.

I will miss Canada, as I have each and every country I have visited. Each one being my home, however briefly, and I have embraced them as such in the time limit I had. I hope to come back, there is much more to see.

Bexhill to Bexhill - Canada - Louise Kenward

Tofino sunset, Louise Kenward 2014

Bexhill to Bexhill: Louise Kenward 'The End of the Line'

The end of the line (reaching Nova Scotia)

Arriving in Halifax I have completed the 6 days and 3781 mile journey across Canada arriving at the Atlantic Ocean. And while it seems entirely out of sync with the rest of the trip it seems essential to hire a car. Shuttles and bus services are limited and expensive so I will bite the bullet and learn to drive on the wrong side of the road. There is too much to see and too much time to spend here not to.

Egypt Falls, Cape Breton (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Egypt Falls, Cape Breton (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Priority is the Cabot trail, the 185 mile round trip of Cape Breton for the most beautiful coastline that does not seem to ever end. The tourist season is not yet in full swing and it feels as though I (almost) have the place to myself. The biggest and warmest welcome I have received anywhere greets me at Whycocomagh and a place where I have felt at home, making firm friends with people I have since met up with again on the remainder of my journey (and with future plans for Vienna).

Ingonish Beach, Cape Breton (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Ingonish Beach, Cape Breton (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Watching humming birds feed while overlooking the incredible Bras d’Or Lake (UNESCO Biosphere Reserve) over breakfast was just for starters. The Cabot Trail takes in Pleasant Bay, one of the best places in the world to see whales from land, the cute town of Baddeck and the wonderful Ingonish beach, with opportunities for walking and eating as well as endlessly stopping for photographs. On the last stretch the highlight was seeing a moose, tentatively at first dipping her toes in the water and then wading in for a swim in the lake to cool off after a gorgeous summers day.

Leaving Cape Breton with heavy boots, I headed to the ferry for Prince Edward Island stopping at soothing Cape Prim where the gentle waters were hypnotic and the beaches and rocks are red, even more stunning against the blue of the ocean. Charlottetown is a popular next stop and another pretty town with markets and harbour front. My journey then continued back across the immense Confederation Bridge (8 miles long!) into New Brunswick and across to Nova Scotia for more endless coastline beauty.

Cape Prim, Prince Edward Island (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Cape Prim, Prince Edward Island (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Lupins, Nova Scotia (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Lupins, Nova Scotia (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Driving was not a chore, so much to see, forever a pretty cove or harbour, nestle of boats and glorious sunset. Heading south to Mahone Bay and Lunenburg (where the whole town is UNESCO listed) I was very pleased to still have a few days for exploring. Another tiny ferry across the couple of hundred yards of water from one side to the other, reaching my destination of La Have. On arrival there is a wonderful bakery with an even more wonderful artists co-op on the waters edge. Talking to one of the artists who makes glass teardrops of ocean (a favourite and most treasured souvenir) she told me of the incredible museum with a necklace and a story that lies just beyond La Have. A museum dedicated to just about everything and anything remotely related to the area sits along from Crescent Beach. Treasures including a necklace found in a fish caught near by many years ago and donated by a small girl was the object I had visited to see. The necklace having won first prize for the most bizarre thing found in a fish, an annual competition I think.

Chester Harbour, Nova Scotia (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Chester Harbour, Nova Scotia (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Lunenburg, Louise Kenward (2014)

Lunenburg, Louise Kenward (2014)

A place of quaint nostalgia, of another earlier quieter time, yet also of hard working fishing communities who have suffered greatly in the elements and ravages of hurricanes and storms, not to mention the brutal never ending winters. I left just before Hurricane Arthur arrived, the first of the season.

A place of many layers, on the surface it could easily be mistaken for a beautiful and wild retreat or escape, but beyond the surface much more lies beneath, all the more captivating. The most incredible end to my journey across Canada. Another little piece of me was left in Nova Scotia.

Cape Breton, Louise Kenward (2014)

Cape Breton, Louise Kenward (2014)