What a night that was, sleeping right by the road. I woke up to the sound of a man’s voice, screaming very loudly, throwing out every curse I have ever heard of. It sounded as if his girlfriend/wife/partner/female friend left him on the side of the road. He sounded very aggressive, and what luck of mine it was that he was standing right next to my tent — thankfully there was a strip of bush and a tree in between us. All the while I was thinking of my ninpo moves, but he left soon after. What an experience — I’ve travelled a lot in not-so-safe places, but it’s worth knowing how to defend oneself even in safest places such as rural Canada.
It was raining very hard as well, yet my 34 dollar-tent managed to keep me dry. I woke up early, and cycled towards Bathurst, NB, my next destination. It was an easy ride, although it was raining, and the distance was short: only 90 km. Despite the rain, I managed to get there in three hours as the wind was in my direction.
My host, Mrs. Linda Bell, is a very kind lady who really welcomed me with her whole heart. I felt like her son, with all the food she gave me (I burn at least 6,000 calories a day… so you can only imagine how much I eat to compensate for that). She even baked cookies for me! We talked a lot, explained my mission to spread awareness of chronic pain, and I am so grateful that there are so many supportive and open-hearted individuals across my home country, even in the tiniest of towns.
Day 5. I am finally starting to feel so much more powerful, so much stronger physically. It’s kicking in, at last — I have more and more energy day after day. Biking is becoming a part of me now, and I cannot be more thankful for all the support I’m getting as I endure this challenge to fulfill my mission.