Northern Vacation- Day 10

Well morning came disgustingly early and soon we were lining up at the ferry dock to take the three hour ferry back over to New Brunswick.  After we got loaded into the bowels of the ferry, we headed upstairs to the endless rows of blurry eyed tourists.  I headed to the cafeteria, as all hearty seafarers do and enjoyed a yummy breakfast of eggs and bacon...that will keep the sea sickness at bay!  I wish I had some harrowing tales to tell (or at least a bloody picture to post)but to be honest, I slept most of the way!  It wasn't long, or at least it didn't feel like long for me, before we were pulling in to St. John harbour.  (Boy, I'm going to miss these extra Us when we head back over the US border!)  After navigating our way out of the city, we ran for the border...or more likely drove at a reasonable rate for the border.

Nicole, who had crossed the US-Canada border many times, had warned me that for as friendly as the Canadian custom officers are, the US ones tend to be the opposite so as we neared the border, I was ready for a struggle.  We handed our passports over and waited for the flurry of snarky questions to begin.  Well this guy must have just gone through his once-every-decade sensitivity training because, though he wasn't exactly friendly, he wasn't trouble either.  Hmm, that was slightly disappointing...I was all ready for some heads butting.

We stopped off for lunch in Bangor.  Or as Nicole and I pronounce, bang-AAAAAA.  This harks back to a rather nondescript train ride Nicole and I had across North Wales years and years ago.  The train was set to terminate at Bangor, Wales and as with most train journeys, they announced each upcoming station.  "Next stop, bang-AAAAAAA."  For some reason, Nicole and I found this hilarious.  Mainly because the announcer sounded like he was from New England more than North Wales.  So obviously, whenever we hear the word Bangor, that travel memory pops to mind.  So it was a bit of a surprise when we were actually in New England and heard how they pronounced Bangor, ban-GORE, we were thrown for a loop.  That's just bizarre!  C'est la vie.  While we didn't see all that Bangor had to offer, I gotta say I wasn't exactly impressed; it was a bit dingy.

Since we were a bit road weary, we didn't do much else but drive to the lovely Inn at St. John in Portland.  We relaxed and decompressed from the road and then later, we headed out for the compulsory lobster and beer/cider.  Becky's Diner is one of our favorite haunts in Portland.  It's a local favorite and is always busy...and it is worth it.  Especially yummy is the twin lobster meal...two lobsters for under $25, can't beat those prices!

Well, tomorrow was the end of the journey...until the next one!