A hangover from last night clouds my morning but gives the opportunity to do some washing, chat with some Halifax locals over a long breakfast and Skype with a friend in Perth. At 1 I meet up with my new German friends (michael and Manuel) and give their car the once over. It's rusted to hell. One of the rear springs has rusted and cracked in half, both rear running boards have disintegrated, part of the rear subframe is not connected, and the front right swa...

I wake up to one of worst sounds for a moto-tourer, rain. I had anticipated this and, after confirming I can stay another night, book my bike in for the service she never got in Montreal. I have figured out a sketchy path through Labrador that will take me back into Quebec (should be epically remote) and I want to make sure she will be in tip top condition. I hitchhike back to the city and spend the afternoon visiting the Fairview graveyard (Titanic graves) and P...

I set off from a foggy Digby and cross through the centre of southern Nova Scotia to Halifax. Its a foggy but dry ride along small roads lined with lakes, forests, farms and villages. It feels like scotland, but that might just be the weather. Arriving in Halifax i find a hostel (i need wifi, a shower and to do some washing) and the weather is not looking promising. In the afternoon I visit the Maritime museum (lots of Titanic items). That evening I work out a ro...