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.