My first white christmas season, glorious.
26.12.2005 -5 °C
I arrived on a rainy night into a snow covered halifax airport. I was surpised at how small it is. Its dark outside by now so I just need to find the bus into the city. Found it, now it's off to my hotel. I was pleasently surprised very nice place for such a reasonable price. A quick unpack before braving the cold. I head out to explore, camera in hand. Within 30 minutes the cold wind gets the better of me and I head back to the shelter of the hotel until morning. The next morning after calling friends and family back home on Skype I began exploring again wandering to the docks to take some photos; its a different place in the daylight. A light dusting of snow falls as I walk around.
Later that morning my girlfriend met up with me (she had been in Canada since 9/12/05 with her parents). After a wandering around Halifax checking out the shops we headed to her parents cottage in Chester. I got to meet her parents for the first time, all went well. We explored the area and visited her friends, going to a famous shipping area Lunenburg for lunch at an old style pub.
The Town of Lunenburg, in Nova Scotia, Canada, was formally established in 1753 as the first British Colonial settlement in Nova Scotia outside of Halifax. http://www.town.lunenburg.ns.ca/
The swiss airlines plane SR111 crashed at sea off Peggy's Cove September 2, 1998 and there is a memorial errected for this tragedy. http://www.airodyssey.net/articles/swr111.html. After viewing the memorial we continued into the fishing village and I braved it taking my coat off for this photo at the local light house (-15C).
We visited more relatives and friends of Liara's and local sights.
Packing up we began the four hour drive across the mountains to St John, New Brunswick. The snow lined the trees and it look more like a winter area which had not received it cold snap yet. On the way we detoured to see the Prince Edward Island bridge. The stop was well worth it. The ice formations were being battered against the bridge in the fast flowing water.
In St John we continued to eat lots of delicious food and meet more friends. The time rushed way to fast and before we knew it, it was time to venture on the next leg of our journey. We passed the ice fishermen on our way back to Halifax airport.