We woke up this morning feeling awkward about how to properly thank our hostess or even how to greet her in the morning. Luckily there was so much activity when we emerged that there were no timid good mornings. The place was again transformed into a bustling cafe with lots of yummy smells. We sat down, grateful to blend in, and ordered a very large breakfast from our waittress, Meg. Apparently everyone had learned about our late evening arrival because Meg asked whether the yoga studio had been comfortable and mentioned that she belly dances there on Wednesday mornings. What?? We learned that our hostess' name was Doris and that she had immigrated from Switzerland. (I don't know if we can fully describe how bizarre this place and experience was, but I imagine it was akin to what Rip Van Winkle must have felt waking up after 20 years.)
After breakfast, we asked Meg to give Doris a note, some payment, and one of our lucky folded $2 bills.
We set out very refreshed in spirits and tackled a day that was probably physically harder than our last - you guessed it: more hills. We ended up going further, though, because it didn't seem as hard since our attitudes were brighter.
The only concerning aspect was that there were still no grocery stores; there were weird convenience stores (where thankfully we could buy water!) but no establishments with any wholesome food. We spent the day eating chips, donuts, peanut butter, slushies, stale bagels (seriously, they must have been on the shelf for two years), and the crumbs out of the bottom of our paniers.
We arrived in Maitland at a racuous campground with lots of drunk 20-somethings and unfriendly looking regulars. The music blared well past midnight but we were too tired to care.
Mileage: 46.38
1 comment:
That was such a great story about sleeping in the yoga studio, and the fact that the first thing when you work up would be to feel awkward about thanking them! Why do we worry about these things?! It would have ate at me too..
Enjoy Prince Edward's Isle!
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