After the Rendezvous in Saratoga Springs, I drove through Vermont and New Hampshire on Route 2 to Maine. An incredibly lovely drive, with some great sights alone.

One of the many lakes in Maine.

Maine is a beautiful state. Both inland and by the coast. And I got to see both. I got to stay by one of the many lakes in Maine, where a thunder storm occurred during the night. An excellent experience.

The next day, I drove to the coast and had an excellent lunch in Damariscotta, a small town on the coast. I had Fish 'n' Chips.

Schoner Landing in Damariscotta, Maine. Excellent service and Fish 'n' Chips, even if Americans do not understand chips.

It is just unfortunate that Americans do not understand chips. They add fries to Fish 'n' Chips, but the dish deserves chips. And chips are the shape of potato boats and fried. That way, the chips and the fish bites are of the same shape and size. Fries are too small and narrow.

It may be confusing to Americans, because the term 'chips' over here refer to crisps, and they then assume Brits mean fries. But fries, chips and crisps are three separate things. All different cuts of the potato. All fried, though.

The Xantia parked by the road north to Québec.

Following the view on the coast, I travelled northward, following Route 201 to the Canadian border. Which I feel was an even prettier drive than Route 2 from the previous date. A wildlife area without much civilisation. Well, until you get into Canada.

But I will leave the details on my views on Canada - and they are positive - for tomorrow.