Day 89 – I can hardly believe it, but I’ve finished! Canada 🇨🇦 Has Been Crossed! Due to unusual circumstances, which I’ll explain as soon as I finish my celebrations here at the Shamrock City Pub on Water St, St. John’s, I got to the very end of the road across Canada one whole day early.
I’ve just got back to St. John’s from Cape Spear, the craziest, hilliest stretch of road on the whole trip, and I’m drinking Kilkenny beers and waiting for my surf’n’ turf blow-out supper to arrive.
IOU two blog posts, mostly ready to post but I hope you don’t mind just sharing this moment with me, regardless of timing, after all we’ve been through together. Live Irish music is filling the bar, it’s packed, it’s Friday night, I’m unbelievably glad to have done this, after the years of planning, and the gloves are off tonight.
Easternmost landfall of the entire North American Continent
Front wheel dipped in the Atlantic, after portaging the bike across 100ft of slippery rocks, 89 days after wetting the back wheel in the Pacific, baptising my very special transcontinental bicycle 🚴🏽
Stunned. That’s the only word for it. No more Canada 🇨🇦 left. I’ve used it all up.
There’s a wedding party just stopped in the bar to dance and drink several rounds with everyone before they get on with the reception. This town is great.
CrossedCanada2017. More blog someday soon