In the tourist center, they called the hotel we thought was ours to find out when was the latest we could cancel our reservation. Mom thought she’d made a reservation at Royal Inn, and wanted to switch to Hotel North. The cancelation time had come and gone, so we headed over to the Royal Inn only to discover they weren’t expecting us and full up.
Hoping we’d made the reservation at Hotel North, which is where wanted to switch our reservation to, we headed back to Loring. Happily it all turned out well. That was, in fact, where we had made our reservation. This made mom happy as it was in the same parking lot as the restaurant where we wanted to eat, The Mariner.
The room was good size and adequately appointed with desk, sitting table, refrigerator, tv, dvd, vcr, and a clean bathroom. The hooks on the hangers were funny ... appeared almost homemade. We did a five-dollar load of laundry, which seems to be the going rate for self-serve laundry facilities in Labrador hotels, but they also provide the detergent and dryer sheets.
We headed over to the Mariner for dinner, and mom was pleasantly surprised to discover Cod cheeks on the menu much to my horror. We split 1 lb. of mussels that were tasty if a bit dry, one appetizer of cod cheeks (which taste like any other fried meat), and caribou steak that may have been one of the tastiest to date.
Back in the room we planned the next step of the journey, and went to bed. One bed being visibly finer than the other.
A word on Canadian / Labrador flies ... they’re everywhere (including up your pant leg) starting about 11 AM. They seem to abate around 7 / 8 PM and when the weather turns cooler. Wind is also helpful as they can’t seem to navigate when gusts come. For a good remainder of the trip, any time a window went down or a door opened ... conversation was pierced with the *zzzz* of flies and the *thwaps* of fly-swatting.