So long Nova Scotia!

And that was it....one province done! Ok, it is the slimmest little slip of a province, but a province none the less.

Helllllo New Brunswick!

Then before I knew it, 38 sun-soaked miles were done....and everything had started to get rather French 🇫🇷

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Then, even stranger still....a truck suddenly swerved in front of me, pulled up, and a very excited man jumped out and ran towards me shouting with a French lilt "You are cycling across Canada, no?!"

It was impossible not to join him at this super-smiley hyperactive level of joy, and I exclaimed "Yes, yes, why!?"

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It transpired that Jean Claude had cycled across Canada a few years ago, albeit in the opposite direction, and he was overjoyed at finding someone else trying it! We chatted about kit and routes while speeding traffic dodged us; he might even have solved my Superior Thunder Bay problem (more on this another time), before he proclaimed "Here, here, take my card, ring me anytime you get stuck, anything you need, I'll come and get you, and I've got contacts all over the route so just don't hesitate!"

As he jumped back in his van and drove off, I laughed out loud, smiling like a fool and feeling like Charlie Bucket 🎫Read more