Day Nine: B: Wind, rain and now hail! How is that possible? Just want to get out of Eastern Canada asap. Cold, wet, miserable again (still). It was clear for an hour at 7 am, then the waves started, sheets of rain and a ferocious wind. At one point barely going 5 km when the wind stopped me cold, had to put my foot down to stay up. All this water and grit are like sandpaper rubbing the brake pads, already had to cinch up the cable to shorten it to keep them working. The pads are half as thick in only 9 days.

Am fighting to do 12 km/hr, wind is grotesque. Scenic route 132 is the only option for bikes (not allowed on hwy) but the down side is there are no reststops, gas stations or cafes. Soaked and cold. Its lonely, grinding hours, wanted to pack it in several times. Really looking forward to sunshine, warm weather (is that too much to ask?), and stopping at dads (Cambellford).

Okay the steriotype of French drivers? (C: my apologies to my Franco-friends-ignore this rant) B:They are the worse drivers! On narrow little roads in NS or NB drivers slow down, go around, pause, wave, indicate, all the usual things. (More polite than TO). But in Quebec drivers speed up, don't indicate, refuse to move and won't give an inch, several trucks nearly forced me into the ditch. Its close call after close call.

Find nice enough motel, not that it really matters. Spend the same 2 hrs cleaning the bikes, then shower and find dinner. Have pizza carbonera (onion, bacon, cheese), in a cute cafe, chuckle at Leonard Cohen (C loves it- I hate it) in b/g ; French singers doing Lennie. Makes me homesick. Turn TV on (timer 30 minutes) and am asleep before it turns off.

152 kms-8 hrs 30 minues-1,427 kms total