Wednesday 28 June

Been semi-adopted by a former Brit, Frank - who hijacks Jack (haha) and whisks him off to the chandlery. I find this internet place at the visitors centre and hog it. St John's is a fantastic, anarchic place, full of pseudo-Irish pubs. Everyone sounds Irish, though. Staying here till Saturday, which is Canada Day, and we are going to get up early to see the sun rise on the most easterly tip of North America.

Note: There is a shop sign on Water Street: "Menswear", owned by a Mr Chafe. Is this then "Men's Wear", or "Men Swear"? Bet it makes their eyes water...

Love, Susy