Well the day couldn't have started out any worse. We woke up at 5am, yes 5am, to torrential rain. This was just the start of a very hard day, which I have named the 'day of death'. It was always going to be a very long day but I didn't expect it to take the length of time that it did. We set off at 7.30am, getting faster now, and arrived at Spences Bridge at 7.30pm.
We got off to a great start and we managed to blast through 90km before lunch. This was a mistake and one we will not try again. The terrain was very tough lots of steep and long climbs, but we pushed on through with no problems. Once we climbed Jackass Mountain Pass we were ready to die so we went into a random cafe at the top of the pass. It was ran by a Chinese couple who were very friendly and fed us some great food.
After over an hour and a half of just drinking tea and playing board games we decided to push on. The remainder of the journey took the same amount of time as the first half and once again the campsite was on the ghetto side life. There was an old woman who appeared to live in a shed at this campsite but I couldn't get any sense out of her so we decided to get the hell out of there.We then had to push on another 15km to find a bed for the night. By this stage my legs were jelly, but we had a stroke of luck and stumbled upon the Spences Bridge Inn which turned out to be the best Inn in all of Canada. They served us homemade food, tea and excellent banter. So the day of death ended very well.
We got off to a great start and we managed to blast through 90km before lunch. This was a mistake and one we will not try again. The terrain was very tough lots of steep and long climbs, but we pushed on through with no problems. Once we climbed Jackass Mountain Pass we were ready to die so we went into a random cafe at the top of the pass. It was ran by a Chinese couple who were very friendly and fed us some great food.
After over an hour and a half of just drinking tea and playing board games we decided to push on. The remainder of the journey took the same amount of time as the first half and once again the campsite was on the ghetto side life. There was an old woman who appeared to live in a shed at this campsite but I couldn't get any sense out of her so we decided to get the hell out of there.We then had to push on another 15km to find a bed for the night. By this stage my legs were jelly, but we had a stroke of luck and stumbled upon the Spences Bridge Inn which turned out to be the best Inn in all of Canada. They served us homemade food, tea and excellent banter. So the day of death ended very well.
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