Trinity is fucked.
It looks like a movie set. It's worse than the Battery, and of course you cannot move there in the summer for the tourists. Nope, I want a place a little harder to get to, or a place with no "tourist" appeal, whatever that may be now. The 'Murricans are buying up the outports, but the Joke is on them when the Euro forces arrive. Remember when the cdn $ was higher than the greenback? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
The Newfoundland Anti-Hotel Movement
It was about five minutes to seven when we pulled into the parking lot of the Seaport Hotel. We were tired, we were hungry, we were sick of driving. "Perfect" I said as we pulled into a pace directly in front of the restaurant window. "Or, maybe not." I added as the lights went out, exactly at the same time our car headlights went out, like they had been on the same switch.
It wasn't a good sign, but we went in anyway. They were "Just about to clean up" so they couldn't make us a meal. You couldn't smell food. The place was deserted. There were no cars in the parking lot. We were tired and hungry we explained and we wanted to rent a suite and have a meal. They suggested we go to Catelina to eat, at a horrible place a mere 30 minutes away. We declined, and went back to the Bonnavista Inn, where the cooked us what we wanted, gave us some free wine and comped our breakfasts in the morning.
When travelling up the Bonnavista peninsula, stay at the Bonnavista Happy Site Inn.
The Newfoundland Anti-Vended Snack Movement.
It was around 11:00 P.M. when my upset stomach began to complain and whine for something other than wine. SO I wandered down to the lobby and started feeding coins into the machine. Except it wouldn't accept twonies (which have only been in circulation for oh, six, eight years?) and it won't accept quarters made after 1998 when Her Majesties' Mint changed the nickel content of the alloy.
10:16:55 PM 
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