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Ok, so we left Vermont. Why? Americans are scary. The real reason? America is fucking expensive. After we left Vermont, we headed back to Canada, to the bustling Metropolis of St Jean sur Richlieu. We had a beautiful night at a motel that had no name (it later became known as the Motel Bandito after some Casse-Croute next door) and we enjoyed a few beers. The following day we set out to make it most of the way to Québec City. Instead we got terribly lost, and late at night we stumbled into Drummondville. We stayed at another motel there (we were getting pretty lazy at this point) and finally got back on track the next day. I'm almost positive they were not impressed when we took our muddy grimey bikes inside every motel we stayed at. |