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The Potato Express

So it goes down like this. We left the 'hole just after noon on the Friday of what looked to be a relatively decent day. Our first stop was to Conor's Aunt's place so he could dump his car there and have himself a ride back from the airport later. We had a quick lunch and jetted.. well.. drove.

Conor got the first leg. Sucker. Somewhere along the lines near bellville, I forget exactly where, we got construction rammed right up the pooper. Not a nice thing, and the best part is it took about 5 hours to get about 2.5 hours worth of distance. Awwwwwwesome. Once in Cornwall we ate ourselves some fine pizza splut, took the leftovers and ran...

Did I mention it stated pissing rain, hard, very hard sometime before Cornwall? Heh...

Fraser takes the next leg and Conor raises his to release some gas. Onward Crackhoes.

Rippin' through Quebec I have finally fallen victim to sleep. All I remember really is a few massive downpours, and a stop in Quebec somewhere. Where I got myself a bottle of Bawls! I figured it'd be almost my turn to drive. So I slowly consumed the Bawls and waited... and waited... eventually Fraser decided after getting to Edmonston New Brunswick that He would indeed give up the wheel. But that's ok, because the Bawls have hit (ouch!) and I'm wired like there's no tomorrow. After I Drove 510km's in about 4 hours (Oh, to drive where the cars are sparse and the speed limits are higher.) we had a stop for Gas, a quick round-a-bout, and onto the big-ass-long-12.9km bridge. It was neat, but it'd be much better if I could actually see stuff, but you can't really, so it's just a ride.

1600 or so KMs later and approximately 20 hours, we made it to PEI. Boo Traffic, Boo Clouds. Boo... Uh.. I don't know.

To the grocery store! Mmm Need some camping food and booze, so we hit Summerville got some foods to cook up, ate some leftover pizza from pizza slut, and headed to Cavendish to camp out.

Just to our dismay, they posted an alcohol ban for the weekends of june to "deter" their wily youngsters from going out camping and drinking. Hello? Have you looked at the weather? It was dry enough for me to pitch the tent, toss the football around a bit, open a beer and hide. All tired, we played cards, drank beer, and passed out by like 8pm.

It pissed and pissed and rained s'more that night. So cold.

Then we decided in all the glory to go to Charlottetown and check some stuff out. We had food at a pub, Conor checked his email (from the public library) and it rained.

So we headed out to the East Point, and then to the North Cape, and back. 600KMs later, it was still raining so we went back stopped at Fishermans Wharf where I and Conor had lobster for the first time, but we were more prone to play with it than eat it but oh well. Then we drank, played cards and passed out back at the camp site. So cold.

Day 4 began. Holy sweet merciful truckloads of hot chicks I can't believe my eyes, blue sky, sunlight, warmth. It actually managed to stay sunny so we hit Charlottetown again to check out stuff in real colour and not wetness of doom. Sweet little city it is. Nice clean waterfront, busy little downtown, lots of indipendant shops... and quite a few beautiful ladies!

It looked like rain again though as the day came near end. But that's ok because Conor managed to scare it away with the ancient art of gourmet meal (did I mention no open fires? :( ) and view an excellent sunset Eastern Style. Then we (well, Conor and myself) got wasted, walked around the beach until it was really really dark, witnessed some northern light action and passed out. 'cuz Tomorrow we hit the Nova Scotia, Yo.

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