Me, at Country Style Donuts, Kingston.		Day 2 continued well into the night. By 2am, we found ourselves in Kingston, at Country Style Donuts. Our first priorty was to consume copious amounts of black coffee, then stare at the cute girl sitting at the table across from us. We could have kicked her boyfriend's ass, I swear. The nice lady behind the counter, you know, the bearer of coffee, took pity on us and gave us free Timbits. This would become a crucial turning point in our little adventure, as we soon discovered sugar is life, and from then on, a major portion of our funds was spent on junk food.
It being cold outside, and our sleeping bags and tent and clothes being soaked, we decided that we would have to ride our bikes all night to stay warm, and alive. So we set our sights on Ganonoque. The 50km or so that seperates Kingston from Gananoque should have taken us about a full day, by our standards at the outset of the trip. Yet for some reason, in our drained mental states, we felt we could make it there in about 2 hours. We did not count on a few problems... Snow Falling asleep on the bikes Big ass hills Upon making to Gananoque, we immediately planted our asses in a coffee shop. It was then that we realized we had another 16km to the bridge to the US.	Here are the journal entries we made in Gananoque

Day 2 ended for us sometime around 9:30am the next day, when we finally reached the border.

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