St. John's, Newfoundland.

After a 15 hour ferry ride from Sydney, NS, we arrive in Newfoundland! The ferry wasn't bad at all, really. Most of the ride we were sleeping.

Once on the island, the moose hunt started, 125,000-150,000 moose they say, you're guaranteed to see one, they say. Well, it took till Gros Morne National Park before we finally started spotting moose. 

A mama moose with her two little ones.

St. John's was an adorable little city, of course each day there, it was either raining or in heavy fog, but that only added to the experience. The jelly bean houses on the streets, (Gower street had the best colourful houses ;) ) were my favourite part of the city. I imagine in the winter, they cheer the townspeople up on those cold foggy winter days. Another thing I loved was how friendly everyone was, always willing to help you. The history in the city was very abundant, Signal Hill, St. John's harbour, Cape Spear (the most easterly point of North America), the many lighthouses, Terry Fox's starting point of his run (where he dipped his foot in the Atlantic Ocean). Of course Gower street was very exciting to see as well. 

I would say St. John's has been my favourite city across Canada, and I'd love to come back again to experience some more of it's charm. It was as cute as a jellybean. ;) 

Gower street! 

ETR: For readers information, don't ask yet. ;) 

Gabe.