He prowls the campsites, day and night looking for
those elusive lost decibels . Yes, its our own Dirk, determined to
spare us and generations more that will visit this park from the
scourge of poor internet service. Yesterday our man seemed to find a
a repeater tower that previously did not exist. You can only marvel
at his fortitude. Lessor men would have retired to do washing. Our
cell phones, now with born again Canadian SIM cards were really short
of minutes so we decided to take a walk to nearby gas station to
purchase the phone equivalent of a "top up". We resembled
some type of nomadic group walking down the road but we prided
ourselves on the calorie burn that was taking place. We bought a
few Apple Turnovers and Danish to have with our coffee when we got
back. Today the Ferry back to St John.
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