Anyone who knows me a little more than a little knows that I have a very attainable dream of cycling from Montreal to Gaspésie.
Beautiful coastline cycling through some of Quebec’s most scenic spots. (Psst. I also heard whispers that there are tailwinds the whole way).
Unfortunately my plans last summer were botched following a break-up and a real fear of setting out solo. On the bright side, it was replaced with this fabulous adventure to the far reaches of our east coast. This summer’s trip was also redirected following a long-distance relationship shuffle, and again I was stuck with the prospect of striking out on my own. I’m sure there’s a moral in here somewhere about trip-planning with lovers, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Then again, maybe not.
ANYWAY. That combined with THIS:
And I was all “Well to hell with any fun this summer.” So I applied for a Vipassana (because 100 hours of meditation and 10 days of silence is anything but fun). However, as you might be surprised to hear, Vipassana spots are booked solid until something like November, so that was a no-go.
So I did a lot of sitting, a lot of breathing and played a lot of chess.
But lo and behold the universe works in mysterious ways because my lovely sister (and newbie cyclist) was like:
“Let’s bike England.”
And I was all:
“When do we leave?”
Stay tuned for the adventures of Malorie and Audrey in Return to the motherland: Which way to the pub, mate?
**England is not by real-true definition our motherland, but we lived there long ago for some pretty formative years of our lives. We even developed accents and started using words like rubbish and fancies. We also have a squishy spot for British comedy**