On the Mira

Class trip. We piled on a bus heading off campus and to the Mira. You know...from the song?

"Out on the Mira the people are kind,
They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind.
And if you come broken they'll see that you mend,
I wish I was with them again."

The sun came out for a messy Cape Breton lobster feast and frolicing by the river. We were all eaten alive by the blackfly/mosquito combo that doesn't ever seem to let up here. No one believes that it's worse than the Yukon.

We were all a little late for class the next morning. The scent of lobster lingering, covered in red blotches. We're halfway through.