From Signal Hill, Sharon and I arrived back at our Cantwell House Bed and Breakfast some time around 1 o'clock pm, and after some R&R, we headed down to the waterfront for some more viewing.

I have enjoyed many tourism commercials celebrating the colourful streets of Newfoundland. And I have most often referred to those colourful homes as "M&M" houses. Well I was on the right track in terms of colour, but the adjective was a bit off. The colour fronts are affectionately called "Jelly Bean" houses. And again you'll notice there is no grassy front yards, but people do tend to their plants.

As Sharon is adjusting her camera, I notice the peeling red paint on the side of this house, and I know where I am headed next.

I wanted to climb these stairs so I could get a bird's-eye view of whatever is out there, but the steps had a locked security gate--poop.

Sharon and I spent a bunch of minutes exploring this gathering place, and getting a history lesson regarding the Newfoundland and Labrador dogs. Signal Hill is in the distance to the left and is looking over the narrow harbour entrance.

Just back from our waterfront journey and another rest stop is in order. This time we are sitting on the balcony of Donna and Keith's penthouse suite.

Three Fiddlers on the Roof

We wanted to become proud and Honourary Newfoundlanders by downing an ounce of Screech and kissing a Cod. Well there was no fresh cod to kiss (we were told a rubber cod may be available, similar to a rubber ducky I spose), and to go through the rites it would cost a mere $25, with the cost of rum included.

Feeling a tad cheated we wandered across the street with the same quest in mind. It just so happens this bar does not offer the cod to kiss at all, but they do serve up a mighty fine gulp of Screech. So we drank the rum while the waitress read us our rights, which included the words "Indeed I is, me old cock, and long may your big jib draw." I had kissed a dead capelin not too long ago so I felt kind of christened.

Wow!, that had quite a punch to it.

Signal Hill

The rest of our evening is spent on Donna and Keith's balcony.

Another Day is Done.

Tomorrow, Day 24, is another travel day while we make the 120 kilometre trip south of St. John's to Aquaforte for a one sleep visit. See you there.