Massive breakfasts always encourage me to start my day.
So off we went, and my knees were really hurting — it hurt too much, and I had a very difficult time following my uncle. I kept on going, but my quads started aching, which led to a cramp. To make the situation even more interesting, the air tube in the damaged tire literally exploded while we were taking a break at Cap-St-Ignace.
After changing the tube once, I almost directly got a second flat, we then looked at the scotch tape that Patrick and I had placed in the Matapedia valley; it had a hole in it and was causing the flats. Thankfully, I had another cheaper tire that I ended replacing the damaged one with. I didn’t get anymore flats that day. The only problem was that with a cheap tire such as this one, it was more likely to get flats in the future.
At some point later on, my aunt saw that I still had cramps, so placed an elastic bandage around my right thigh and applied pressure on the cramped quad, which was supposed to allow me to continue pedaling more easily.
The bandage worked really well, and I was able to cycle easily after that. I made sure to always have one with me whenever I cycle.
After having lunch at St Michel-de-Bellechase, my uncle lent me his super high-standard bicycle, and I cycled to Lévis on my own. From Lévis, we took the cycling path to the ferry to Quebec City.
In Quebec City, we went to a bicycle shop to see if we could install the chain my uncle had bought for me as a gift, and we figured that we would ask as well if my tire is repairable. Turns out that the best thing to do would be to change the tire, which I decided not to do at that point, thinking that I could fix the one I had on my own. To permanently solve my chain problem, they replaced it with the one my uncle bought for me.
That night, we went back to my uncle and aunt’s home in Quebec City, then saw my grandmother, who always finds humor in everything I do — including expressing how careful I should be on this trip. It’s amazing how the theme of the last three days was all about unconditional love from the family.
Wow, I have just cycled from Nova Scotia to Quebec in ten days. Without a single day of break. My body has told me to stop, to take a break — and tomorrow, I will indeed make the most of my rest day. And after that, the journey continues — my head and heart are all for it!