Patagonia Pete

Nothing happened.

Ok not much happened, but I did figure out how to attach my camera to my handlebars. Expect low res videos of tarmac and sky soon.

I ended up in a place called Sayward. I would have pushed on after lunch, but it started absolutely hammering it down and I thought why hurry. And why get wet. So here I am. Just waiting for tomorrow to push on south and get some miles under the tyres.

In beard-related news, I’ve shaved it off. It was just getting on my nerves and to be honest there is quite a lot of hot water in Canada suitable for shaving. When I get to the wilds of South America then maybe there’ll be a case for beardage, but whilst there’s hot water I shall remain beardless.

I fear the interesting otherness of the remote northern states has now vanished and I’m on the threshold of the bland shopping mall that is north America. So expect less bear tales, folks. Your vicarious visceral thrills will have to be replaced by an amusing side-ways look at American life (cue Seinfeld plucked bass sting).

Love

Pete

This is Port Hardy before the rain

And this is Port McNeil after the rain