We arrived at the ferry (the 15k hill climb comes into effect here too) in usual fashion - 5 minutes late. We got on though. The ferry is the high speed variety preferred by drug runners and those who prefer their seasickness in fast-forward. It's nickname is the "Vomit Rocket".
We arrived safely in Yarmouth and were again questioned by officials and once again sent to chat with the Department of Immigration. And yes, again issues of my sketchy employment history and our generally dodgy and nomadic ways were put forward for scrutiny. Everyone else in immigration with us had been singled out because they lacked a car as well - bunch of cheapskates. No Amish this time though.
We headed north, and camped on a Bartlett's Beach. Lovely, complete with fire pit. Cost $0. Having the only visitors show up while you're trying to do your business (apparently in plain view of the road), priceless - unless they charge for scarring memories these days.
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