Being on the road again felt awkward at the beginning but for my first stop at the Newman House in Saint John everything was organized: the taxi was ordered (and cancelled again after Saskia and Claude insisted on bringing me to the ferry), the hostel was booked and I even arranged that Sharon, the hostel owner, picked me up at the ferry.
The flight from Vancouver via Toronto to Halifax wasn’t particularly eventful, except that I sat next to Matthias from Munich on the first leg, who was flying back home from Toronto, and therefore I didn’t get to continue reading my exciting book ;).
