Fergy's Rambles.

We don’t get very far.

Hello again everyone and welcome to another episode in my journal regarding a road-trip I made with my friend Lynne around the Maritime Provinces of Canada in the early summer of 2014. We were in an agéd but remarkably comfortable campervan / RV called Betsy and if you want to read the whole tale from the beginning then just click on this link.

If you have read the preceeding entries you will know that we had spent the first night of our little adventure in a campground in Granville Ferry called Dunromin’, which is an awful name, although probably toungue in cheek (I hope) but is a great place to spend a night. A quick glance out the window showed that it was a glorious day and we had nothing planned so what to do with it? If you wish to know, then please read on.

We launch Betsy.

Greetings once again to one and all and my customary greetings which I assure you are not mere platitudes, I really do appreciate all the lovely comments.

This is followed close on the heels by my usual little spiel for the benefit of those who may have arrived on this page by some odd route which I know must infuriate the usual band of suspects who inhabit this site.

What follows is a post regarding a roadtrip I went on in the alleged summer of 2014 in the Maritime Provinces of Canada and I say alleged because I had arrived in what was virtually a monsoon and there was much, much worse to come, believe me. It will make a lot more sense if you read the whole story from the beginning which you can do here and if you have any interest in what happens next then please read on.

Hit the road, Jack (Fergy in this case).

In the last instalment I had promised you to do a post on the joys of campervanning. Perhaps that should read threatened rather than promised! Whatever way you came here, either by accident or design, welcome to this third instalment in my series concerning my 2014 trip to the Canadian Maritime Provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island.

If you are interested, please read on.

Three wheels on my wagon?

Hello everyone, or perhaps I should say, “Bonjour á tous” (I think) as this is my second post in the series about my wonderful visit to Canada in 2014 and that country is officially bi-lingual in English and French, not to mention the numerous indigenous languages still in existence.

If you have not read the first part of the series and would like to then just go to the previous post button at the bottom of this one. If you’d like to find out what the slightly odd title of this post is all about, then please read on.

Here we go again!

Hello one and all and welcome to my latest little escapade here in the blogosphere, as I believe it is called by those who know about such things, which is my attempt to keep myself from going even further insane during this pandemic.

Apart from that very valid reason, I have explained in my previous post several others why I chose this particular trip instead of a number of different adventures I could have written about but we are off to Canada as you have probably guessed from the image above.

Canada is a vast country, just shy of 10 million km² so I’ll narrow it down for you. This little ramble is to what are called the Maritime Provinces (guess why!) of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island or NS, NB and PEI as Canadians refer to them when writing.

If you fancy six weeks in that stunningly beautiful part of the world then please read on.

Lock-down Diaries #16.

Hello as always one and all and welcome to my rambles both physical and verbal and I am not actually sure which takes the most out of me!

First things first and a quick explanation for me regular readers who were probably expecting a piece with lots of technical information about my 2014 trip to Sri Lanka which I had mentioned but I have decided against it for various reasons.

Most of the information is out of date now, especially in the light of the pandemic and there is no way of knowing when travel to that country, or anywhere else, will be possible or what the situation there will be as and when it might be possible again. I thought I would post a Lockdown Diary instead to give you a bit of an update about the site and my current situation, the former of which seems to be doing well and the latter much less so.

It’s that time again – SL#47.

Hello again and welcome to what will be the penultimate post in this series regarding my 2014 trip to Sri Lanka which, after three months travelling and a couple of months plus to write about, has taken on a life of it’s own. I am sure this will come as a blesséd relief to many of my long-suffering readers who have slogged their way through 47 rather lengthy pieces and, yes, I am showing off with the accented e. As always I shall start with my usual advice that if you really have a masochistic streak you can start the whole story here.

Whatever way you have arrived here, you are welcome and while the trip was certainly winding down there was still a bit to see and do, I had not had enough of Sri Lanka just yet. If you want to find out all about it, please read on.

Cricket craziness and winding down – SL#46.

Hello once more and welcome to the next post in the tale of my 2014 trip to Sri Lanka, the first of several to a country I am now completely in love with to the extent that I had seriously considered retiring there before the current unecessary pandemic ended the world as we knew it.

After three months of travelling there and nearly two months of writing about it here my journey, in both respects, was sadly approaching it’s end but there are still one or two things left to see. If you want to find out what they might be, then please read on. If you want the whole story, please start here.

I go to the gardens – SL#45.

Hello once again and thank you for your continuing interest in this series of posts which deal with my first trip to Sri Lanka in 2014. I say continuing interest although I know there may be some of you who have landed upon this page by way of some sort of internet search on a particular term and so I shall offer my usual advice that if you want to read the entire piece from the beginning then you should begin here. It is a long read but I hope it is an interesting one for you.

If you have been following or have just read through then you will know that I was in Kandy and enjoying it hugely. It is at this point that matters become somewhat synchronous as they so often seem to do with my travels.

In writing terms, I have now entered March 2021 which marks one year exactly of pandemic house arrest, be it self-imposed, medically required or more usually Governmentally dictated. Sadly, I now live in a police state where ill-debated measures have given the constabulary virtually unlimited powers that Stalin, Pol Pot or Hitler would have admired. If you want to see what happens on my trip in much happier times then please read on.

Chilli craziness and dervish dancing – SL#44.

Welcome back once again to yet another post in my series about my 2014 trip to Sri Lanka, the first of several to that wonderful country which was not historically called Serendip for nothing as it is indeed a “happy or beneficial” place to visit as per the dictionary definition of the word serendipity.

I write welcome back but I should not overlook readers who have happened, dare I say it serendipitously, upon this page? If you are such then I bid you welcome and would suggest that if you wish to learn about the whole adventure, or such it was, then you can begin here.

There will be a few days in this post where I did not take many images (especially the dancing which thankfully I videoed) which does not indicate a lack of anything happening but rather that I was just immersing myself in Sri Lankan life. If you want to know how then please read on.