In 1994, I took my one and only trip to NL, staying for a couple of nights. Each night, I visited BT. The first night, I took a cab there and back. The second night, I walked, in darkness. I completely underestimated the distance, and realized about halfway there that I'd made a pretty stupid decision. Needless to say, I was relieved when I came to BT and made sure I took a cab back afterwards. I'm guessing that I was pretty lucky in my moment of madness, and that there are some scary dudes in the area.