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and enriched with flower boxes and games for children who defied the cold and the constant light rain to have fun outdoors . The dirt roads wore the marks of frost with potholes that reminded us of other areas . Our hosts explained to us how impatiently everyone awaits the short summer to see the colours bloom and get rid of the gray and white snow . The road continued and we decided to put our wheels in the mud , they were pounding the surface , to reach St Mary Harbour . A pier , ten houses and as many small fishing boats . And the wind that makes your teeth chatter . Everything was simply real , nothing more .
Returning to our route we headed inland and when we descended towards the ocean , Red Bay opened up in front of us with the first icebergs visible in the distance . Just beyond the Anse-Amor was home to the first graveyard of the New World where an Indian child was buried more than 7500 years ago .
We parked the motorbike in front of the lighthouse that I would have drawn as a child , beyond the Labrador Channel the island of Newfoundland seemed to be calling us for the beginning of a new journey . FC
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