Since my last post, I received my final B School rejection email so my trajectory is greatly changed. Actually, this has been my plan for the last 5 months, but this email made it official and mandatory!
As a reminder my camera is sleeping at the bottom of the Adriatic Sea; therefore, I don't have any photos to share. Luckily, I have a flip so this blog will be all videos henceforth.
I want to share an older video of Vespa-ing around Rome.
I flew back from Croatia via Easyjet to Paris then flew American to New York. Since Katie got busted and paid a 50 Euro fine for too large a bag on Easyjet, I was super paranoid. To prevent this situation, since I was carrying two bags, I decided to put on all of my clothes at the airport terminal and pack one bag in the other. The plan worked perfectly, and I boarded the plane dripping in sweat.
I landed in New York with little interruption and stayed for 10 days. There were many nights out, but again, I have no camera. Jason took Abdou and me to his friend Donnie's lake house where we went cliff jumping.
Actually twice!
I left NY and took an 8 hour $84 bus to Montreal. One stop in Albany and a silly border crossing, then I was in Montreal. The border crossings are very inconsistent from flying, driving, busing, or training into their country. At any rate, I took the Metro from Berri-Uram to the Rosemont stop which I thought was close to Kyle, the man graciously holding my bike. It turned out to be a 30 minute walk with my heavy bags. I got to his place and took my bike for a spin. I stopped at the bike store he recommended to fix the headset and got loaded up with gear that had broken down: gloves, air pump, tubes, and chain lube.
I was watching Super Troopers when a major thunderstorm beat on his skylight. Kyle showed up after his date completely drenched in water. The next morning I picked up my bike, then rode to a "ghetto" free pool. The water was cool but warmer than I expected for Montreal. That night, we went to a house party where I was the only American and the only one that didn't speak French. I still held my own because the music they were playing was straight off my old Pandora "Hot Chip" hipster mix.
I got up at 7:30 am and hit the road. I, for an unknown reasons, thought it would be better to get out of Quebec sans map. This was a terrible idea as I was stuck in the train track area in Montreal for an hour. I was cut off by tracks and at some point, had to push my bikes down the tracks and had to jump out of the way of a passing train. The conductor wasn't happy I was there, but I wasn't happy they built this track inbetween a freeway I can't ride on a muddy muck. I finally made it out of Montreal and stopped to eat lunch.
First taste of Poutin
This Poutin was terrible on my stomach as I had to run to the toilet immediately afterward. I decided that am very easily impressed as the toilet was one of those really slow drainers but still managed not to clog with massive amounts of TP I tossed in the toilet.
I got to the Ottawa area an hour before sunset.
I made it to a coffee shop and used their free WiFi. No one from Warmshowers emailed me so I had no place to stay. I looked up a hostel and headed to downtown Ottawa. While locking up my bike, I saw a squirrel scurry off a table, a racoon run on the fence, and a skunk rummage though rubbish. I was in nature in the heart of a city. I took a shower and intended to go see the nightlife since Monday was an Ontario holiday. I put on my jeans and woke up the next morning at 8am.
I got up to pee then passed out again. I wasn't on the road until noon. There was a cool section of a bunch of bars and restaurants that I missed because I face planted on my crappy hostel mattress. I made a 4 minute tour of downtown and Parliament Hill.
Ottawa gets a grade of A for bike friendly city. This is the second best place to bike behind Santa Cruz that I have visited on this trip.
I rode about 8 hours and ran out of sunlight. I found a place to camp in a partially mowed field behind a gas station.
I was on the road by 9am and after fighting headwinds for a third day in a row, I made it to my Warmshowers host in Deep River by 4pm. It turns out my host Andrew is a nuclear engineer!
Tomorrow, I plan to ride to North Bay followed by Sudbury, some place toward Sault Ste. Marie, then Sault Ste. Marie.
As a reminder my camera is sleeping at the bottom of the Adriatic Sea; therefore, I don't have any photos to share. Luckily, I have a flip so this blog will be all videos henceforth.
I want to share an older video of Vespa-ing around Rome.
I flew back from Croatia via Easyjet to Paris then flew American to New York. Since Katie got busted and paid a 50 Euro fine for too large a bag on Easyjet, I was super paranoid. To prevent this situation, since I was carrying two bags, I decided to put on all of my clothes at the airport terminal and pack one bag in the other. The plan worked perfectly, and I boarded the plane dripping in sweat.
I landed in New York with little interruption and stayed for 10 days. There were many nights out, but again, I have no camera. Jason took Abdou and me to his friend Donnie's lake house where we went cliff jumping.
Actually twice!
I left NY and took an 8 hour $84 bus to Montreal. One stop in Albany and a silly border crossing, then I was in Montreal. The border crossings are very inconsistent from flying, driving, busing, or training into their country. At any rate, I took the Metro from Berri-Uram to the Rosemont stop which I thought was close to Kyle, the man graciously holding my bike. It turned out to be a 30 minute walk with my heavy bags. I got to his place and took my bike for a spin. I stopped at the bike store he recommended to fix the headset and got loaded up with gear that had broken down: gloves, air pump, tubes, and chain lube.
I was watching Super Troopers when a major thunderstorm beat on his skylight. Kyle showed up after his date completely drenched in water. The next morning I picked up my bike, then rode to a "ghetto" free pool. The water was cool but warmer than I expected for Montreal. That night, we went to a house party where I was the only American and the only one that didn't speak French. I still held my own because the music they were playing was straight off my old Pandora "Hot Chip" hipster mix.
I got up at 7:30 am and hit the road. I, for an unknown reasons, thought it would be better to get out of Quebec sans map. This was a terrible idea as I was stuck in the train track area in Montreal for an hour. I was cut off by tracks and at some point, had to push my bikes down the tracks and had to jump out of the way of a passing train. The conductor wasn't happy I was there, but I wasn't happy they built this track inbetween a freeway I can't ride on a muddy muck. I finally made it out of Montreal and stopped to eat lunch.
First taste of Poutin
Review of Poutin
This Poutin was terrible on my stomach as I had to run to the toilet immediately afterward. I decided that am very easily impressed as the toilet was one of those really slow drainers but still managed not to clog with massive amounts of TP I tossed in the toilet.
I got to the Ottawa area an hour before sunset.
I made it to a coffee shop and used their free WiFi. No one from Warmshowers emailed me so I had no place to stay. I looked up a hostel and headed to downtown Ottawa. While locking up my bike, I saw a squirrel scurry off a table, a racoon run on the fence, and a skunk rummage though rubbish. I was in nature in the heart of a city. I took a shower and intended to go see the nightlife since Monday was an Ontario holiday. I put on my jeans and woke up the next morning at 8am.
I got up to pee then passed out again. I wasn't on the road until noon. There was a cool section of a bunch of bars and restaurants that I missed because I face planted on my crappy hostel mattress. I made a 4 minute tour of downtown and Parliament Hill.
Ottawa gets a grade of A for bike friendly city. This is the second best place to bike behind Santa Cruz that I have visited on this trip.
I rode about 8 hours and ran out of sunlight. I found a place to camp in a partially mowed field behind a gas station.
I was on the road by 9am and after fighting headwinds for a third day in a row, I made it to my Warmshowers host in Deep River by 4pm. It turns out my host Andrew is a nuclear engineer!
Tomorrow, I plan to ride to North Bay followed by Sudbury, some place toward Sault Ste. Marie, then Sault Ste. Marie.
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