St. John's, Newfoundland. Province of Labrador and Newfoundland, Canada. I have been prowling the streets of St. John's for three days now, taking in the summer climate and staying out la
te in their active pub scenes. I have been shuffled from one Bed and Breakfast to another and have to say, I am not a B&B guy. I know they were once trendy, but the feeling of invading a stranger's house and having no real hotel services is not so cool. Plus, they are all decorated like my grandmother's house. Scratch that, my grandmother has good taste - they are decorated like a fictional down-home country nightmare grandmother's house. Regardless, the town itself makes up for it - good folks, good food, and good music. St. John's is like a brisk Key West, with hills. 
Today, I went out to sea and spotted an arctic tern, dozens of puffins, and a minke whale. The weather was spectacular.
Tomorrow I travel up to the Change Islands with the gang from Simon Fraser University.
