The Blue Puttees docked in Argentia, NF at around 3 in the afternoon. There were about 120km to go to St. John's, and I was hoping to make it for nightfall.
Nichole, a cyclist from Australia (who'd been working in Banff for a while prior to her trip) whom I had met on the ferry ride and I rode together for some time. I was pushing for St. John's though, so we eventually separated as the day wore on.
A hunk of metal left me with a flat tire, but happily all the tire changing practice I've had this trip ensured that I was rolling again in no time.
I didn't make St. John's until well after dark, my safety lights were blinking away.
I rolled along the harbour and below signal hill, eventually finding my way to a pub.
Later, I decided to spend the night at a hotel, rather than in a tent.
I booked my flight home (sadly, I was out of time and wouldn't be able to spend more than a single night in the city). I intended to dip my tires in the waters of the Atlantic the following morning, ending my journey.
Yes, that is a guitar strapped to Nichole's bike. 
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