I’m sitting at the hostel in chilly Winnipeg re-reading my posts from the last few days. Please forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes and for the next couple weeks I can’t guarantee my posts will be perfect. Writing on the road with little time to spend typing can make blogging difficult! But also sort of exciting. Not much time to edit gives you a raw look at my writing.
Yesterday was an eventful day. We decided to drive nine hours today to get out of Ontario a day early and visit Winnipeg. Because of the rain, cold and wind, we kept the motorbike strapped to the back of the truck and Drew drove for the morning. After lunch the weather looked beautiful and sunny so we unloaded the bike and we were just about to leave when off to the north a black cloud started to move in. It was moving fast. “We have to get the bike back on the truck NOW!” I pulled the truck around and we got out the ramp. The clouds were moving faster towards us and in a matter of minutes the sky went from blue to dark grey. As we pushed the bike up the ramp a few droplets of rain fell on us. Then harder until it poured down on us. I took off my sweater, not wanting it to get wet. Ice pellets started hitting my bare shoulders as we tied up the bike. It hurt! Then freezing rain. We were soaked and the bike was still not secure! Drew told me to get in the truck while he finished. Everything was wet when we finally pulled away with the bike attached. The rain was off and on all day, so there was no motorbike riding. But we did get to Winnipeg.
At the Manitoba Visitor’s Centre I met my next first kiss story. Leslie works behind the counter there. She was helping us find the best route into Winnipeg and I told her about the book. “What’s your first kiss story?” I asked her. “His name was Brian Dick. It’s funny I remember his full name!” [funnily enough most people remember the full names of their first kisses I’ve found] “I was in grade seven. He walked me home from school and it happpened under the steps at the back of my house. We dated. He gave me his ring. Years later I was working at a golf course and a man came up to me to ask me if I know who Brian Dick is. I said that of course I did. He was my first boyfriend. Then Brian walked around the corner to meet up with his friend. We both laughed. ‘You look the same!’ he said. ‘No you look the same!’ I said. It was great to see him again.”
On to Saskatchewan today. But first, a photo from the road from a couple of days ago in Ontario (I have enough internet to post it finally) and one from Manitoba. Quite the difference!: