Life in the fast lane
Our first night in Nova Scotia made us miss Newfoundland immensely. After getting off the long haul of a Ferry ( Connor & Ollie thinking they wouldn't need food on the 8 hour trip.) Starving, tired we went for dinner then headed to our free campsite that we found online. With the comments reading "Old campsite the city didn't want to take care of anymore, quiet and no problems from locals." We were excited for a much needed rest. It was a Friday night, and we rolled up and set up our tent, with lots of people who had vans and campers around us. The teenagers of Louisbourg was not going to let us get away so easily, people screeching their tires by our tent, yelling at us to get a campsite, and then they decided to bump it up a notch. Blaring the worst kind of country music, top volume from what seemed to be their family's boats in the harbor One by one the campers left, with them laughing and cheering and screaming "3 MORE TO GO!!." Stubbornly we wer...