Harrington Harbour. 50° 30’N, 59° 29’W, about 100 miles north of where the road end, aka, the middle of nowhere. But it had a shop and a post office, so for us, it was a metropolis.
It was Saturday night when we arrived so we decided to head for the bar. There was music coming from an old building, we headed towards it. There were a few drunk girls smoking outside the door, Dave asked if this was the bar.
“Naaaw, bar’s ov’r there see. Joost, thar ‘cross de bridge.”
We all turned to look across the stream where she was pointing. There was a little white house with a dim light coming from it. Dave looked doubtful. She was pulling his leg
“That doesn’t look like a bar to me” said Dave
“Well, dat’s it, only bar in town. This here’s de hall”
“Doesn’t look much like a bar to me” mumbled Dave, turning away.
“Naaaw, bar’s ov’r there see. Joost, thar ‘cross de bridge.”
We all turned to look across the stream where she was pointing. There was a little white house with a dim light coming from it. Dave looked doubtful. She was pulling his leg
“That doesn’t look like a bar to me” said Dave
“Well, dat’s it, only bar in town. This here’s de hall”
“Doesn’t look much like a bar to me” mumbled Dave, turning away.
We walked across the bridge and up to the house. It said ‘Harbourside Bar’ on the side. Well what do you know, it was a bar.
When we entered, every head turned to look at us. Granted, that was only 6 heads, but still. There were 4 middle aged men sitting at the bar and 2 younger guys playing pool - all were wearing baseball caps.
One of the guys sitting at the bar stood up when we came in and made his way slowly to the other side of the bar. Ready to serve us.
Dave walked up, feigning confidence. All eyes were on glued to the action.
The man behind the bar nodded. “What’ll it be then?”
“Ummm, what kind of beer do you have?”
“We got bud, bud light and bud with lime”
The man behind the bar nodded. “What’ll it be then?”
“Ummm, what kind of beer do you have?”
“We got bud, bud light and bud with lime”
We drank our beer quietly in the corner. Just as we were about to leave, a guy from the bar came to sit with us.
“Where yous from then?” he said staring directly at me
“Australia. He’s from Norway and he’s from Nova Scotia” I answered pointing at Mike and Dave.
He nodded, but I’m not convinced he knew where all those places were.
“Ummmmm” I wasn’t sure what to say “so you’re from here?” I asked feebly.
“Yerp”
“Ohhh. Ummmm, and what do you do?”
He looked at me slightly confused, like he wasn’t exactly sure what I was asking him.
“Fishin’” he said slowly.
“Oh right” of course. What else could he possibly do here?
“If you’re not busy tonight…” he leant across the table
Dave interrupted, “we best be going now” and whisked me away.
“Where yous from then?” he said staring directly at me
“Australia. He’s from Norway and he’s from Nova Scotia” I answered pointing at Mike and Dave.
He nodded, but I’m not convinced he knew where all those places were.
“Ummmmm” I wasn’t sure what to say “so you’re from here?” I asked feebly.
“Yerp”
“Ohhh. Ummmm, and what do you do?”
He looked at me slightly confused, like he wasn’t exactly sure what I was asking him.
“Fishin’” he said slowly.
“Oh right” of course. What else could he possibly do here?
“If you’re not busy tonight…” he leant across the table
Dave interrupted, “we best be going now” and whisked me away.
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