Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Matane, Quebec

75 km into a brutal headwind and driving rain. With each pedal stroke on the uphills it feels like someone is driving a knitting needle into the left side of my right knee.

If it wasn't for and the wonderful hospitality I've received twice in the last three days, I might be on a bus back to Montreal. As is, I'm showered, full of beef stew and typing on wireless in a cozy attic apartment here in Matane.

Tomorrow I hope to make it to St. Anne Des Monts.

And to remind myself why I'm doing this trip, here's a photo of that magical sunrise the whales woke me up for:



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