We just watched an episode of Anthony Bourdain’s show. He went to Newfoundland.
It’s one of those things that just takes me back to that ill-fated trip up there to the Rock.
So many of the things just struck the same chord they did when I was there the last time.
On that trip.
That didn’t really end as intended.
Looping the bike into a summersault.
Landing among the cloudberries.
It was a character building trip for sure. Some of those memories are burnt into my brain, never to be eradicated.
I need to make me a batch of fisherman’s brewis and scrunchions.