NEW BRUNSWICK: FUNDY TRAIL PARKWAY

On the morning of August 9, after getting a good night's sleep to make up for the previous night, we headed out into a rather gloomy day. We were hoping it would be the perfect weather for some moose, but this is as close to a REAL moose as we got:

We were just about to enter this covered bridge, when all of the sudden Bob threw on the brakes:

He's a sucker for restaurants that advertise "The World's Best (fill in the blank)" or "Award Winning (Anything)," even though he also frequently pokes fun at those monikers. The Seaside Restaurant was advertising its "Award Winning Chowder." While our son rolled his eyes, Bob went inside . . .

. . . and returned with some thin, decidedly average seafood chowder . . .

. . . and a boring lobster roll with a side of not bad poutine:

At least our view while we all sampled the morning "snacks" was incredible:

NEW BRUNSWICK, CANADA: St JOHN AND IRVING NATURE PARK

I have no idea where I took this photo, but it shows up between our whale watching trip (see last post) and the next pictures, and I love murals, so here it is, just because.

After our whale watching trip, we headed east along the Bay of Fundy towards Saint John:

We stopped at Reversing Falls, a spot where the water changes direction because of the rise of the tide in the Bay of Fundy.

However, we would have had to pay a fee just to access the viewpoint where we could see the water, and we didn't have hours to wait for the shift in the tide. We had other plans for the rest of the day.

CANADA: WHALE WATCHING IN NEW BRUNSWICK

In August 2018 Bob and I and my siblings and their spouses went on a cruise together from Boston to Quebec. My dear husband can never let an opportunity for additional travel go by, and I was longing for some time with our youngest son who lives in New York City, so we planned a four-day pre-trip rendezvous in Maine and New Brunswick.

Our plan was to meet at JFK airport, have a brief layover, and fly to Bangor, Maine, together. However, upon approach to JFK, Bob and I hit a terrible thunder storm with some of the most dramatic lightning I've ever seen from a plane window. We had to circle around the outside of the epicenter of the storm for an hour, and then when we finally landed, so did everyone else, making an unloading bay hard to come by. Two hours late, we finally met our son in the airport . . .

Goofy boys

. . . but of course our connecting flight to Maine was THREE hours late because of the storm. By the time we finally got to our hotel in Bangor, it was 4:00 AM, and the hotel had closed out our prepaid room at 3:00 AM because we hadn't shown up. It took another 45 minutes of haggling to get that resolved, and at 5:00 AM we collapsed, exhausted, into our beds.

Of course that meant our planned departure time of 8:30 AM didn't happen. Instead, we got on the road at 10:00 AM and headed for the Canadian border and then our whale-watching tour in St. Andrews, New Brunswick, scheduled for 1:30 PM. It was a 2.5 hour drive, so we thought we were fine.

A lovely drive with beautiful scenery

Yeah, right.

Did you know there is an Atlantic Time Zone that's an hour ahead of the Eastern Time Zone? We didn't. 10:00 was really 11:00, and now we were pushing hard to get there. Whenever we've crossed the Canadian border in the past, it's been a friendly wave through. Of course, that didn't happen this time when we were in such a hurry. Nope, we were sent to a "special inspection" area at the side of the road, where we waited and waited and WAITED until finally someone gave us the go-ahead.

ZIMBABWE TO LOS ANGELES: THE END OF OUR GREAT SOUTHERN AFRICA ADVENTURE

Well, all good things must come to an end, and after three weeks, we were ready to go home. We met our driver at 7:00 AM and got on the road. 

It was 4℃ or about 39℉, which doesn't seem THAT cold--unless you are riding in an open air vehicle. I was lucky to sit next to our driver and benefit from the heater and windshield. I still used one of the camp's ponchos, however. Bob was on the first of the three passenger rows and wore not just the poncho, but wrapped a wool blanket around himself as well. (See his reflection in the mirror.)

We saw a few animals along the way, including a steenbok, a small antelope we had never seen before:

Photo by Bob

A little later we saw a beautiful saddle-billed stork standing on a tiny island in the middle of a pond. The water was completely still and made a perfect mirror for the stork, the grass and the tree:

Just to mess with your mind, here is a flipped version of part of the photo above:

Bob took this much closer-up photo of the stork and its fabulous mirror image twin:

ZIMBABWE: SHOPPING, A WALKING SAFARI, AND OUR LAST SUNDOWNER

One of the things this camp had that we hadn't seen in other camps was a small gift shop. Most of the items for sale were made by local women as part of the "Womans Craft Initiative." Since wwe were a day away from heading home, we decided to splurge just a little bit.

The first thing that caught my eye were these beaded placemats.  Our dinner table the previous night had been set with similar ones, and I had said to Bob, "Now, if they sold THESE in the gift shop, I would buy them!"  I bought eight!

The water pitchers on our table had also been covered with these clever nets edged with beads to give them enough weight to keep the bugs out. I bought four.

In addition to Nelson Mandela, I had become obsessed with guinea fowl on this trip. Lucky for me, there were guinea fowl salad servers for sale! (These were obviously not made by the "womans" cooperative, but I think everything else was.)

Bob's obsession was painted dogs, and lucky for him, they had these small beaded painted dogs, perfect for the bookshelf in his home office.

On a trip to Ghana several years ago, I bought some beads that were made from recycled glass bottles and look like the long green and blue ones on this poster:

The gift shop in Hwange had some beads quite different than those but still made by local women from melted bottles: