July 25

Thursday, July 25, 2013

We woke up in a seedy hotel in Truro (“The Tidal Bore”), and ate at the worst

breakfast place ever, recommended by the concierge of the seedy hotel.  The

waitress actually ran away from us to give menus to local guys in the middle of

taking our order.  And it was impossible to eat the food. Truro, never again.

We then drove to the actual tidal bore rafting site, and although the original plan

was for Nick and I to take the boats, the captain (Shubenacadie River Adventures)

agreed to take Sasha on, so we could go with the whole family.  What a unique

experience.  You basically ride on a zodiac motor boat with the gushing tide of the

Bay of Fundy, while it is smashing into the waves of the river that flows against

the tide, creating huge waves.  We were drenched in water.  The highest wave we

passed was 14 ft.  Sasha was really brave, and cried only once.  Nick was sitting

in the front of the boat and got really drenched with water, so he was shivering

during the second half of the trip. Another highlight was mud-sliding—going down

the muddy shore of the Bay into the river.  I thought it was really dangerous, but

Nick loved it.  The mud colored all our clothes red, and it stained everything white

permanently.  Overall, a very exhilarating experience.

In the evening we drove to Parrsboro, and got into a really neat Vitorian B&B.  The

owner is an opera singer in Toronto, and a former set designer.  The house is really

beautiful, and we sat with her for a long time over wine and watermelon discussing

various cultural topics.  She has two kids who played well with Nick and Sasha.

We are off to bed right now, Anna is really mad and tired since she did not sleep

at the Tidal Bore at all—it was too smelly and dirty to her.  Howard Johnson at

Fredricton tomorrow after the geological museum, at least that’s the plan.