This morning when I looked out the window, it was raining, and when I looked out the door, it was raining, but not just a little, it was pouring. So much so that I had already decided to skip the cyclocross and return the bike. Then I remembered that I could also return the soccer shoes I bought for rugby, so I cleaned them first. When I was done, it had stopped raining. Great!
Being on the road again felt awkward at the beginning but for my first stop at the Newman House in Saint John everything was organized: the taxi was ordered (and cancelled again after Saskia and Claude insisted on bringing me to the ferry), the hostel was booked and I even arranged that Sharon, the hostel owner, picked me up at the ferry.
The flight from Vancouver via Toronto to Halifax wasn’t particularly eventful, except that I sat next to Matthias from Munich on the first leg, who was flying back home from Toronto, and therefore I didn’t get to continue reading my exciting book ;).
Alaska isn’t exactly around the corner—not even from Canada—so I spent another 24 hours on the bus to Prince Rupert, which is still in Canada but close to Alaska.
