Let us recap from where we left off, dear readers. My brother and I were in Ottawa, exploring our country’s capital. Right.
Well, after that, Michael and I drove for about ten hours, and went through another time zone in order to reach Fredericton. This meant we went through about two hours worth of Ontario, the southern part of Quebec, and a little more than half of New Brunswick. It was an honestly exhausting trip, mostly because Michael and I really just wanted to get home. Ontario was fairly brown and barren between Ottawa and Quebec, and Quebec was rather quiet when you don’t enter its cities. Same with New Brunswick. It isn’t until you reach the city centres that you understand how many people there actually are. It just proves how limited everyone’s circle of travel really is; most tend to stay just within their own city limits.
The next day, we traveled for about six hours to North Sydney, NS in order to catch the ferry home. We were very bouncy for the first half, and I made a wrong turn (apologies, little brother), and we ended up taking county roads for the last couple of hours. These were not half as exciting as the county roads in Ontario, mostly because they were very, very bumpy. Not very fun. However, upon reaching the east end of Nova Scotia, we began to recognize our roots. The shores of Nova Scotia are very similar to some part of Newfoundland, and I think both of us just breathed a huge sigh of relief.