In the morning, I had coffee with Wade who made porridge for us and had baked blueberry muffins.
Also, he had continued renovating the kitchen while I had been away on my little road trip through southern NFLD.
His house was all wood and about 100 years old, so whenever you removed a piece of ceiling or wall, you were up for some surprises.
Wade was the funniest, coolest, and most generous Warmshowers host I had met so far.
He had even given me a big suitcase that Yin, another cyclist from South Korea, had left behind. With this I could put all my stuff in one bag and save the surcharge payment.
I promised to pay this forward to other Warmshowers people I would host in the future.
Eventually, Wade had to leave for work and we said farewell with a manly handshake. It was sweet.
I would probably not come back to NFLD in this life, so it was also a bit sad. I had enjoyed my time here very much.
My taxi came more than on time and together with my driver who had immigrated from Bangladesh about 6 years ago, we picked up Rosinante at Canary Cycles.
He had already achieved permanent residence and was on his way to become a Canadian citizen next year February.
It continued to amaze me how every Canadian (other than the indigenous people of course) was a recent immigrant in this country dating back a 8 max of generations.
So much hope for a better life was connected with this country and its history.
Everything at the airport worked just perfectly.
The flight to Montreal was 2.5 hours to cover 2,500km. It was hard to believe that I had cycled all this distance – and more – in the past weeks.
Also, on the Montreal side everything worked perfectly. Even Rosinante was there. Things can be so easy.
If left my luggage at the storage in the airport and waited for my colleague Catalina to pick me up.
We went to a nice microbrewery halfway between the airport and downtown and had a great conversation.
She was Romanian and had studied French and Mandarin. She had lived in Beijing, Vancouver. Montreal and many other places. A fascinating life story.
Later, she dropped me off at Jonathan’s place.
I had left here to go Northeast following the St. Laurent Stream exactly one month ago. So much had happened since then.
We had a lot to catch up about.
By 10pm I was in bed. What a great it was that I could undertake the journeys.
I was really looking forward to going home now.