St. John’s & Cape Spear Tour: Small Group City & Coast

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(132 reviews)

What’s the experience like?

We were already halfway up Signal Hill before I realized how much the wind can actually sting your cheeks—felt like the Atlantic was trying to wake me up. Our guide, Mike, pointed out the Marconi tower and told us about that first wireless signal, but honestly I was just distracted by the gulls screaming overhead and the way the city looked all tucked in below. You could smell salt and something sweet from someone’s thermos—maybe cocoa? I kept thinking how old these stones must be under my boots.

Jelly Bean Row was brighter than I expected. The houses really do look like someone spilled a box of crayons down the street. We stopped for a photo (you kind of have to), but it was Quidi Vidi that stuck with me—a tiny fishing village where you can hear ropes creak and see men mending nets even on a weekday morning. There’s this quietness there, except for when our van door slammed shut and made everyone jump. Mike laughed and said we’d just woken up half the harbor.

Cape Spear felt like standing at the end of everything. The grass was wet underfoot and you could see old bunkers from World War II—rusty gun barrels poking out like they were still on guard duty. Someone pointed out that this is literally as far east as you can go in North America. I tried to imagine what it must’ve been like watching ships come in during storms here, but mostly I just listened to the wind and let my mind wander a bit. On the way back through Petty Harbour, we saw fishermen hauling their catch—one waved at us with hands so rough they looked carved from driftwood. It’s strange how quickly you start feeling attached to places you barely know.