It was a gorgeous morning when we left our hotel in Yarmouth. I had originally planned to take the southern (coastal) route 103 up to Halifax since it promised to be the most scenic. But portions of it were closed due to wildfires so we ended up on Rte 101, which proved to be a lovely drive: letting us occasionally see the Bay of Fundy, passing Digby (reportedly the scallop capital of the world) and through the Annapolis Valley area and Berwick (the latter apple capital of Canada).
The highway was usually two-lane but limited access and frequent passing lanes for most of the journey; the surface in good shape and traffic light.
After a little over 300kms and about 3-and-a-half hours were were struggling our way through the traffic chaos of the greater Halifax area. That said we soon found our hotel and checked in, unloaded our bags and settled in until time to drive to the airport and pick up our friends Richard and Pauline who were flying in from London.
Back out into Halifax traffic we wended our way through Dartmouth (on the other side of the harbor) in search of the airport - which, as it turned out, was about 30kms outside of the city. We arrived at the airport with about 45 minutes to spare before they landed so we parked and made our way to the international arrivals gate where we discovered their plane had just landed!
Although we were now familiar with getting into the city traffic was in fact worse on our return. There is really only one way across the harbor from Dartmouth into downtown Halifax, the MacDonald Bridge, which is a toll bridge and their toll system is probably 50 years old. And the bridge itself is only three lanes so we found ourselves coming out of the half dozen tolls lanes squeezed into one lane. . .
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| the Historic Properties part of the waterfront |
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