Petty Harbour 47:28N 52:42W

Millybrown
Mark Hillmann
Mon 1 Sep 2008 15:57
Yesterday in St Johns I was woken at 6.15am by three girls on the pontoon.  By the time I put my head out they were wheeling their bicycles away.  What is this on a Sunday morning?  Later a larger group of cyclists turned up.  I asked why they brought their bikes down on the pontoon and they showed me.  They were dipping their wheels in the Atlantic.  They had started their ride by dipping them in the Pacific 3,000 miles away.
 
Later when I went ashore, some people were peering in the water just behind the boat.  There were four otters.  I went back on board to get my camera and one climbed on to the pontoon.  As I came back out of the cabin we were face to face (whisker to whisker?) about 5m apart.  It was too much for him and they were off before the photo. 
 
Assaf, the current Israeli hitch hiker came aboard.  We went to get my washing, (so everything including sleeping bags is clean) and then back to the internet cafe.
After that we set off out to sea.  There was little wind but a disturbed sea so we motored round the headland and got into Petty Harbour a couple of hours later.
 
The St Johns seafront is not pretty, even if the town is friendly and cheerful but Petty Harbour is a colourful little place.  We tied up behind a (smaller) yacht of a Scotsman, George, the son of a Tony Blair adviser.  With a boat called "Disowned" one gathered he was a black sheep.
 
Again there were otters in the harbour but again they were too quick.  We must go and try to photograph the moose, they must be easier.  The otters caused sufficiently little stir to make us think there will be other chances.
 
Newfndland (as I am learning to pronounce it) was gerrymandered into Canada, according to one version, and have a lukewarm attitude to central government.  They do not want to join the US, but regard themselves as Canadian to the same extent that the Scots are British.  Quebec has nicked their electricity and Ontario think they are in charge, it all does sound familiar.   
 
With very few yachts in this area, you get few facilities.  We could not find water in St Johns, but some fishermen's huts at Petty Harbour had a hose, so we filled cans and topped up the tanks.  We have yet to sort out the cooking gas, a new tank and regulator will be needed, but it was a holiday weekend in St Johns and a long walk to someone who might not have the parts.  We can go back to the paraffin that we used in Greenland and clean the ceiling again afterwards.
 
We are off again now, lolloping through a confused sea with little wind.  One forecast had shown a gale for today, so perhaps this is better.
 
No photos yet, it was too misty this morning for Petty Harbour to show up well and I am still waiting to get the iridium time increased.