Monday 18th October, 1971

I head into Nova Scotia. The weather is cool and the autumn colors are looking really good. I arrive in Halifax at about 6:00 p.m., where I check out some shipping and then have a run around southern Nova Scotia. Great color, but four punctures.

I have no luck finding shipping, but I do meet a chap who has spent some time in New Zealand: Walter Kendall, who lives with family at St. Peter’s, along the way to Sydney, the northernmost port of Nova Scotia. Sydney is also where the ferry to Newfoundland is. Walter invites me to call in for a night.

After eleven days, I discover that the most active port for the Atlantic crossing is St. John’s, Newfoundland, although many locals say, “Don’t go there this time of year.”

If I have to, I can ship the bike there, and fly from Gander.