Our introduction to Airbnb accommodation was brilliant.  It was no different to the home-stays we experienced in Canada with amazing hospitality.  Being able to scramble eggs that were freshly laid made for a better taste than the factory produced caged ones.  Even the cats got into rapport as if we were part of the furniture.




The plan is to be hugging our friends Joan and Kevin in New Jersey by Saturday arvo.  It’s approximately 700 kms to drive to them give or take a wrong turn or several and so we have some time to spend time off the main highway to meander and stop.

Pumpkins and scarecrows and more customary Halloween traditions are rampant as were the number of Antique Shops fronting the road travelled today.  Fall (Autumn) has started and it won’t be long before play leaf fights will be in motion.



The first known enslaved African, a man from Guinea, arrived in Portsmouth in 1645.  He was among hundreds of African captives to live in slavery in New Hamshire.  Standing at the African Burying Ground Memorial (in Portsmouth) where the spirits of those forceably removed from their homeland to become enslaved in America laid was naturally gloomy.


It’s a site to remember those who were forgotten and acknowledges their humanity.  Those buried there are not part of a black history or a white history; but a collective one.

Further down the road however, the historical society have preserved the old town where the owners of the enslaved lived.  The buildings date back over two hundred centuries and the oldest headstone we could find in a cemetary close by was dated June 2nd 1796.  With hesitation, they are beautiful.






There is some mild understanding now as to current events happening in America over race relations.


There is no evidence of the Native Indians who once roamed these lands neither!