Many times on this trip, I’ve thought there is no way it could continue maintain the high level of awesomeness, but it just keeps on coming . . .

After our crazy day in Charlottetown, we headed back to Summerside where we recuperated and went to a small garden party for a couple that had gotten married in Montreal a couple weeks earlier. It was pretty fun until I broke my toe on the dancefloor with some end of party breakdancing antics. Turns out I can’t breakdance.

Sunday we recuperated some, and then headed over to the Green Gables house that inspired Anne of Green Gables. This may not seem like an obvious choice of destination for a couple of guys in their mid-twenties, but Dan claims that for some time while growing up, Anne of Green Gables was the only movie he had available to see. I think he’s hiding a secret obsession for Anne, but under the guise of going there to appease his mother, we made the trip. I thought that it would be the actual place where they shot the movie, and so I was surprised when it was actually the place that inspired the book. Evidently, they get a huge number of Japanese tourists. Very quaint.

Having completed our goals for the P.E.I. leg of our trip, and having had a stupendous time, we bid sweet farewell to the Island, and once again crossed the amazing Confederation Bridge, like some hazy and impossible structure connecting some lost world to the reality of New Brunswick, and struck out for Halifax.

On the way, we became severely hungry, and so we stopped in Truro at the A&W, since we had three coupons for free small fries. I started telling them about our trip, and before I could even get through they offered to get us some more food, and soon we were quite well set up. Also, it was one of the first times we asked a young person about their town and actually received a positive response. Usually, younger people are quick to inform us how horrible their town is, so Truro was a refreshing change. They must be doing something right there.

We got in to Halifax pretty late, and met up with a girl I have known ever since my youth, Erin, who set us up with a place to stay with her friend Matty, who we soon realized had a life that bore an uncanny resemblance to Dan’s. He was sort of an alternate universe Dan. I was worried that their meeting each other would cause ruptures in the space-time continuum, Back-to-the-future style.

We woke up the next day and decided to do some touring around Halifax, so we met up with Erin, and grabbed some quick coffee and eventually made our way to Point Pleasant. Outside of the park area, there was a positively charming ancient fellow sitting on the sidewalk, listening to a wobbly swing tape at five thousand decibels on a tiny little boombox and reading the newspaper, so we chatted with him for a bit and found out a bit about him. I decided he was pretty much how I’ll end up, sitting on the sidewalk listening to irrelevant music too loud and reminiscing about how one time I went across Canada for five hundred dollars, back when gas was still only around a buck and a half a liter.

The park was quite nice, and as we were wandering through the trees we suddenly found ourselves standing in front of a small, medieval looking structure, which we soon found out was the Prince of Wales Tower. It was even open to go inside, and it was very cool inside, like being inside a giant stone donut. There was a spiral staircase in the center that led up to the roof, and after talking with the tower guard for a while, he let us go up onto the roof, which was pretty cool too. I imagined scanning the horizon warily for the attacking French ships. So much history out this way . . .

After that we had our little ceremony of pouring water we brought from the Pacific into the Atlantic. We weren’t sure what kind of ecological havoc this would cause, but the Atlantic accepted the water stoically, and merely continued throwing angry waves at the slippery rocks. A second later, Dan’s flip flops both simultaneously exploded, which was a little alarming. Then we walked around jumping off random objects and getting psychoanalyzed by Erin.

After that, we met up with a group of people and went to Erin’s house and had some chili and salad and garlic toast, and sat around having a series of extremely confusing conversations. I’m not sure if I was just tired and unable to keep up with the pace, and usually I’m the instigator of strange conversations, but these people seemed to be seasoned pros of the odd conversation, and I could hardly even keep up.

The next morning, we got contacted by a whole bunch of media people, so we spent a bit of time figuring out who we could contact and how we should go about doing so. We set up a meeting with the CTV people in Halifax, and arranged for what will be the media highlight of our trip - an interview on Canada AM, to be aired nationally on Thursday morning, a live feed from St. John’s. Watch it!

So we went and did the CTV thing, and the reporter, Lane, and the camera man, James showed us the waterfront area downtown. They didn’t have a lot of time, but they were really cool and maybe we’ll see them again when we get back to Halifax.

After that, Dan called up Marine Atlantic, since we were hoping they would help us out getting to Newfoundland. They were extremely helpful, and made it possible for us to make the trip out to Newfoundland, and gave us the Captain’s name - we basically can’t wait for that portion of the trip. It’s the perfect way to end this absolutely phenomenal experience.

We leave tonight!!