Tobomory

We jumped the ferry from South Barmouth to a little tourist trap called Torbormory. The ferry ride was great, it was Taz's first motorcycle-ferry and she really enjoyed the idea of riding on and fastening her bike down. Its strange when you do it in a car you forget that the car is there, but on a bike you have to rope it down and stow it against the movement of the ship. Constantly aware that you steed is there, swaying with the boat.

As we got off the ferry and rode over the landing port we were greeted with a bustling little sea port style town. Every one in shorts, tanned skin and surf lifestyle looks. We found accommodation for our first night and made one of the biggest mistakes of the trip $140 for the crappiest room in Canada. An over powering smell of Milldue/damp and nothing worked: the toilets or TV. The next morning we bolted for better residence and found some lovely cabins in the woods for half the price, result!
Along the waterfront is an array of shops and restaurants. Even a dive shop! Not missing an opportunity I booked on a dive in the afternoon to explore two ship wrecks. Taz not wanting to dive came along for the ride and helped out on the dive boat. The diving is great, clear and fairly warm. The wrecks are all wood and the spines of the hull imitate the bones of a giant dinosaur nestled in the silt telling stories of the past. Taz unfortunately got a little too much sun and will suffer that night for it.We realised that we have been dressed head to toe in a our biking gear and had not really been exposed to sola rays for the last three months.
We had always wanted to sail around the world and being here only fueled the idea as yachts came in to moor, we stood drooling over the fantastic vessels. Playing the " MINE" game. Some of these boats may never see the salty sea as the lakes here are so vast; you could explore them for years.
Tomorrow we head for Niagara Falls and on to New York...