After a day of recovery in Sydney, we boarded the night ferry crossing to Port Aux Basques, NL. We had an extremely smooth crossing, though the bar area of the ferry in which we had set up camp was also occupied by an indeterminate and seemingly ever expanding number of high school aged tourists. Needless to say, there was some serious Drama afoot. There were teary eyes, supportive statements, all kinds of hugs, and a truly impressive amount of texting. I thought I was a digital native, but these kids made even my (somewhat embarrassing) iPhone addiction look totally unplugged and out of touch.
I didn’t mean to observe them with quite so much scrutiny, but we were in seriously close quarters and I was seriously unable to sleep.
(Here endeth the grumpy old man’s tirade against ‘kids these days’)