Channel port aux Basque

I sit , in the small fishing village of Rocky Harbour, wondering how I am going to get the money to last in an area where banks are hours apart or non existant. Thank heaven for the plastic.
I arrived in Port aux Basque on Wednesday morning - tired out as I had been travelling since Tuesday early morning and you certainly don't get sleep on a ferry. My night was punctuated by the Symphony of Nasal Exhalations from the mighty nasal orifices of the truckers who move their trucks via ferry. When this music died down there were various other minor and major night noises accompanied by other titilating nasal stimuli.
Port aux Basque? It is a tiny town on a rocky shore line. The backdrop is Table Mountain which is a huge mesa over looking that town. It is actually called Channel Port aux Basque. It is like little fishing villages I have seen in Sweden but nowhere near as industrious. In fact it was very tired and , for the number of tourists who enter, I didn't feel as if it was quite prepared for them. The people here are wonderful. They are friendly and make overtures for conversation with strangers quite willingly. I stayed in a little Band B called Heritage Home- plenty of food. Had Patridge Berry jam for breakfast- yum.