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Hi all, we have now left Freeport and are making our way along the coast to our new base of operations in Bar Harbour. We are probably two thirds of the way there and have just stopped off for coffee in Belfast. Not the greatest place we have called at but it has a cafe with passable coffee and free Internet access. Currently wherever we go my main concern is free Internet access, luckily it's pretty widespread here in America. We have passed through lots of interesting places en route including a place called Duck Trap, yes the name of the town was Duck Trap!!
After coffee we continued our journey arriving at our hotel, The Blue Nose Inn about 1.30pm. It was pouring down and pretty chilly, I'd lost my sense of humour about 50 miles back down the road culminating in a little tiff with Anne when she failed to spot the turning for the hotel before we'd passed it. Anyway we got over it and pulled into the hotel complex, there are at least three different building, four if you take into account the restaurant is also a separate building. Now I'm sure these separate buildings work well when it is dry and sunny, in the wet and cold, less so!! Our room was in the annex again separate from the main building and it necessitated a short drive and another soaking. By now I'm not too happy a bunny more of the grumpy old man (again). There was a nice glass lift to assist us getting our cases to the 3rd floor, I'm sure the view from the lift is quite beautiful if you can see further than the end of your arm, which at this point in time you couldn't. In fact visibility was now so bad a lighthouse had been erected in the lift to assist with finding the door!! Our room we found has a very large bed in it and stands several feet off the floor. It's higher than any previous bed I've slept in other than the top bunk. The room is very large with a picture window over looking the open air walkway leading past the rooms to the lift and stairs. Although the window makes the room very light it does give a clear and unobstructed view of the bed in each room which has necessitated me walking down the corridor with my eyes shut so as not to take in an 'unwanted' view. Of course this has meant I'm continuously bumping into things and people but I'm getting away with it as the all think I'm blind. That of course has caused some raised eyebrows when I've been seen getting into the drivers seat of the car! The benefit there of course is that no one is parking near me.
We decided to go into Bar Harbor for a look around and a bite to eat despite the bloody rain that was belting down. After negotiating a building site disguised as road works we found the town centre, a 200 x 200 yard crossroads with a few shops, cafe's and banks, not exactly a metropolis but better than many places we'd seen and passed through. Our meal was taken at one of the older establishments in town, 77 years it's been going, wow I have parents that old!! I suppose here in America 'age' is relative, the interesting thing we've noticed is how many antique shops there are! Really strange given the place only started a little over 400 years ago. Back to the hotel we went, booked dinner at their 'renowned' restaurant called 'The Looking Glass' and had a couple of bottles of their local brew before retiring fir a couple if hours rest.
It was still raining hard when we left to walk the shirt distance to the restaurant, short in distance but it was a vertical climb of Everest proportions to actually get there. The place it turns out is built atop a hill giving lovely views all around and over the bay (weather permitting and it wasn't) together with a free heart attack to all unwary visitors!! The place is very modern in an understated way lots of glass and wood. Although the food was fine ( veal all round) it was nothing special and the hype was certainly less than justified. Back to the hotel room for 2130hrs and after donning breathing apparatus, crampons and ice axes we tackled the accent to bed, successfully I may add. And so to sleep per chance to dream and while away the hours in contemplation of the meaning of life and why do I always get indigestion?
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