On my trip to Dildo I visited the local Dildo Interpretation Centre, which is basically a small museum with all things Dildo.

They have old fishery reports from 1894 one can study, a huge whale skeleton and lots of other interesting nick-nacks. I spent hours wandering through their exhibition grounds. It felt like being part of a lost fantasy world. Truly amazing.

Up next: My date with a pony

Come on in, it’s fun

The Gates of the Dildo Interpretation Centre

The whales are stranded

The Queen has arrived

Get your plaid on

Our tour of Newfoundland continued with a visit of the lovely town Dildo. This is a beautiful little community on Trinity Bay, right at the Atlantic.

When we drove into Dildo I hoped for crazy Dildo merchandise and all. Soon we got the feeling, that the Dildonians want to downplay the name of their town. I still don’t now why, I think they should totally work it: Dildo cutlery, Dildo cocktails, Dildo shoes, Dildo hats. So many possibilties!

However, here is the Dildonian explanation of how Dildo got its name:

“D’Isle Duo” can be translated into Spanish, Portuguese and French, all roughly meaning ‘two islands’. With respect to our community, we believe these two islands to be Spread Eagle and Dildo Island, both visible from our community. Over time, with the dialects of the settlers, the flow has been lost and it evolved into Dildo.

Me loves them islands names, bys.

Up next: My visit to the Dildo Interpretation Centre.

Captain Dildo blew my dress

Up close and personal with Captain Dildo

With them local Dildonian girls

Just chillin’ down by the water

A Dildo can save your life

All the girls to the harbour, the big truck is in town

This cutie wanted to take me on a ride in his truck

I’m still in Newfoundland, getting the tour did by me Newfi friend Anthony (I’m trying to gets me Newfi accent on, bys).

We just had the most wonderful day. Driving around Trinity Bay made my heart jump for joy. And kept our imagination going. The road to Heart’s Desire leads through Heart’s Delight and most importantly, the town named Dildo.

I will tell you more about the trip and Dildo in the next couple of days, once I’m back in Toronto.

Dildo gets me going

Let me be your Heart’s Delight

My eyes glittered with desire. This is where I want to be.

Annie Taylor became the first person to survive a trip down Niagara Falls in a barrel. Almost 105 years later, Nancy and I wanted to be like her. So we got our asses into a barrel and took a deep breath. We got a Polaroid taken, dried our clothes after the successful plunge and went back to Toronto.

There was nothing left to do after all the excitement.
Complete satisfaction.

Going down the falls. Looking increasingly like The Muppets.

Lovely flowers.

Now, back to the car, hurry.

Totally working my Kirstie Alley as Fat Actress look.

Earlier:
Road Trip: Niagara Falls, Part II
Road Trip: Niagara Falls, Part I

Here are a few pictures of Nancy and me with tourists. These were the most adorable people we met. We love all people. Even the haters.

All photos by Gates of Schimbulak.

Tomorrow, part III: The experience.

The haters gave us a dirty look.

We met these girls at Dairy Queen. They were fabulous. Lots of fun.

We felt like meeting our long lost sister.

Cutie pie.

More cuteness. We love all cuties. Even underage.