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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:49:09 BST</pubDate>
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                    <title>the end</title>
                    <description>Well the trip was pretty much over by this point.  But there were still interesting experiences to be had.  Francois was beautiful huddled up against massive hunched over cliffs at the head of its own small fiord.  It somehow managed to be completely different from Grey River.  There was more room the houses were brightly painted and connected by a series of well maintained walkways.  The peopl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/blog-86213.html</link>
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                    <title>Grey Riverstill</title>
                    <description>We mulled over whether to stay in town somewhere or try to find a campsite.  We opted to sail up the Fiord as beautiful as western brook in gros morne to a spot called Frenchman's Cove that someone we thought had said was a sandy beach and a nice place to camp.  Once again our accent  language barrier led us astray.  The cove about two miles from Grey River was a rocky beach with really n</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-83070.html</link>
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                    <title>Wild Cove and Francois</title>
                    <description>We got out of Grey River.Our plan was to wait for high tide and then go out the mouth of the fiord with it but the sun was shining out on the ocean and we'd had enough.  We didn't even wait for the ferry and ended up accompanying it to the narrows.  We weren't a hundred percent on what the weather would do but as we cleared the mouth we were treated to incredible sunlight.  Anything coming would </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-83042.html</link>
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                    <title>Grey River</title>
                    <description>The sea out there was rough.  Coming out of the quiet shelter of Fox Harbour we were met with steep choppy waves.  The swells were not only bigger than before but completely unpredictable sometimes rising up beside us in slate grey walls well over our heads forcing us to turn the boat into the wave and sometimes we fell hard off the back of a wave with an unavoidable violence.  We could see t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-82901.html</link>
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                    <title>Fox Island</title>
                    <description>We left paradise and went to Burgeo.  Burgeo is the one town on the south coast that is connected to the Transcanada by a long empty road.  So it has cars and a lot of people.  Weird.  We ate fish and chips in a cafe and used the telephone.  Also... weird.  Burgeo is beautiful really.  Long sand beaches rocky islands with remnants of towns that once were.  I had been reading Clare Mowat's 'outp</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-82899.html</link>
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                    <title>Fog</title>
                    <description>We pedalled out of Culotte Cove into an uncertain windless sea.  The sky was dark and foreboding but it was clear the gale had passed on leaving calm seas in its wake.  We drifted in and out of thick fog patches all day at times unable to see anything but the swells around us until the mist would lift and treat us to the sight of primeval rock islands rising unexpectedly from the water.  We w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-82893.html</link>
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                    <title>Grand Bruit and Gales</title>
                    <description>If you look on a map you will see that Newfoundland sticks far out into the Atlantic.  If we had been blown out to sea by a strong Northerly there is no landmass we would be blown into.  Indeed there is no land straight south until Antarctica 10 000 miles away.   And Newfoundland is a force to be reckoned with.  All the literature we read before going told us that thick impenetratable fog bank</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-82887.html</link>
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                    <title>The adventure begins</title>
                    <description>I remember well the first time i saw a map of newfoundland.  It was just a road map an insert into a much bigger map of the rest of the maritimes.  I was instantly struck by the complete lack of road along much of the south coast of the island.  I'm from Ontario.  In Ontario there are roads everywhere even in comparitively remote areas like the place i'm from.  The idea of this forlorn coast d</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Newfoundland---Labrador/blog-82860.html</link>
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