Heading home

That bed on the ship was totally worth it: I feel refreshed and ready to hit the road.

I know we’re not supposed to anxiously anticipate the future, but to be honest, for the next 94 kilometres, I’ve been anxiously anticipating my future. The thought of what awaits me there is heavy on my mind—and my stomach. I keep my composure, of course, and do my best to focus on the road and ride safe—or do I really? Wink, wink.

I finally get to Whycocomagh, to the object of my anticipation, the wait worth it, my patience rewarded: Charlene’s seafood chowder is absolutely amazing, just like I remember it. The best in the world, in my humble opinion. The place gets busier and busier, charming Lea does her best to get to everyone.

I take my time to savour every tasty, flavourful spoonful of the delicious, creamy soup, with their scrumptious morsels of seven marine delicacies. Over the top? I think not. You have to enjoy the beautiful little things this life has to offer.

As I cross over the Canso Causeway, I remember the last time I was here. The excavation was going on back then too. I remember looking forward to the ride on the famous Cabot Trail.

The more I ride the Nova Scotia roads, then into New Brunswick, I realize I’m little drowsy, and get impatient at the little things. I must not have had enough sleep on the ship. I take breaks more often, and even take a little nap on a bench during a stop. Taking breaks is a crucial part of the motorcycling experience, in addition to its safety.

The North Eastern highways in Nova Scotia are very similar to the ones in New Brunswick, including the 110 km/h speed limit; as I mentioned before, I enjoy these wide roads and long curves over hills. I keep taking breaks often, to stem the drowsiness that slowly seems to go away: I’m getting my second wind. I play a couple of my favourite Monty Python skits to bring my spirits up. (I have a Bluetooth headset in my helmet, and I can play music & audio from my phone.)

In no time, it’s already dusk, and I arrive at my campsite for the night. I look forward to my sleeping bag and comfy camp mattress, and to get some good shut-eye for the final stretch tomorrow.

Riding distance: 806km