This is the story of a small trip to the East Coast of the amazing and unforgettable Nova Scotia, its vast expanses, extraordinary coastal towns, with its unique way of life and customs - all this we have to visit. It was only three June days ...

Peggy's Cove

In the city of Halifax (Halifax), which is in Nova Scotia, we arrived at 6:25 am. At the airport, we were met by my best friend, the one to which we flew for the weekend across the country. After working a 10-hour day, flying over Canada all night, I definitely needed a cup of coffee, right now. We dropped into Starbucks, and then went to Dartmouth (Dartmouth), where my girlfriend lives with her family.

Refreshed, we collected our things and moved towards the Bay.

The road to Peggy's Cove is extraordinarily beautiful. We passed by innumerable lakes, rounded small port towns and coastal villages. Each tiny, brightly colored house, located near the ocean, we noticed ropes with linen and lobster traps. Each window had shutters, and the wooden elements of the houses had disappeared under the constant influence of oceanic air, severe winters and severe storms.

When we approached Peggy's Bay, I began to feel brackish oceanic air. As soon as we got there, we parked the car and started climbing the cliffs of Cliffside, high above the Atlantic Ocean ... With each step we approached the lighthouse. So we moved along the edges of the cliffs, right below us, the waves crashed into the rocks with noisy noise, and the boulders beneath our feet seemed smooth and weathered from the fact that for years there were strong winds that threw waves high on the cliffs near the lighthouse of Peggy Bay.

"I stood on the edge of the cliff, and I imagined how our ancestors could feel, looking at this horizon line, when their ship was sailing, lost in endless waters and not knowing how many miles to the nearest patch of land. Those who survived after a long journey, should have been full of hope for the beginning of a new life. "

We continued to the lighthouse, jumping from one rock to another until we were at the foot of the lighthouse. I watched, without looking up, at the top of this cult building; the rays of its light streamed, warning of the dangers of the court, which got too close.

We wandered from the lighthouse to the bizarre little cafe. Located among the cliffs of Cliffside, it fascinated me with rustic country charm, and I sat enjoying a bowl of seafood served in a bowl. So we had dinner with friends, looking around. To the left was a wide panorama of the majestic Atlantic Ocean, and to the right lay a tiny village with old, tiled houses, fishermen's boats and lobster traps.

Луненберг (Lunenburg)

The time spent on the road to Lunenburg was so full of laughter and jokes that my cheeks were already aching, my eyes were full of tears of laughter, and my heart was bursting with joy. Coming back at that moment, I understand that I was full of pleasure about the fact that I am now in this place. We set out on a scenic trail through MahoneBay (Mahon Bay), a quaint coast full of small houses that once belonged to colonies. Next, three churches stood side by side, each of which was crowned with surprisingly long spiers, along which it is easy to identify this small charming town.

We wandered the streets of Lunenburg, going into small shops, the most comfortable of all that I have ever seen. We approached Ironworks Distillery (the alcohol factory Ironworks), it was simple and rustic. Here we remember the quaint, unusual floors, beautiful wooden beams, and very sweet smell of molasses.

Halifax

The second day was spent in the study of the city center of Halifax. We wandered along the boardwalks - boats sailing past the port, fishermen's shacks, brightly painted huts, echoing a salty breeze and Starbucks coffee in hand. We passed through historical places on the pavement, laid cobblestones and bricks. We tried rum cake and learned some forbidding laws of Canada. We ate the toffee from salty water and went to the market, where we bought the soap made with our own hands, and we also tasted the most delicious chicken pork in my life.

Aleksander Keith's Brewery (Alexander Keith's Brewery)

One of the best moments in Halifax is undoubtedly an excursion to the brewery of Alexander Keith (Alexander Keith's brewery). We moved through the deaf stone halls, accompanied by guides in clothes in the style of the 1860s, and tried a large mug of cold beer. In addition, the guides performed beautiful Celtic songs for us.

After the tour we went along the cobblestone path to the "Lower Deck", my favorite pub from all those visited. Stone walls, low ceilings, wooden floors and beams, and long-long tables with benches and live music. This night we celebrated the 27th birthday of my girl, drank cold beer, ate nachos and listened to music until late at night.

Eastern Passage

Our last day in Nova Scotia began with a festive breakfast and a walk along the boardwalks of the Eastern Passage. The Eastern Passage was an excellent end to the day.

A piece of my heart will always belong to the Atlantic Canada, because the sight of green hills, brightly painted houses and linen ropes, fishing boats on the horizon was so beautiful that it made me absolutely happy. Maybe it just reminds me of a carefree time, or maybe it's in my Irish roots. But anyway, I love New Scotland.

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