As I watched the Bay of Fundy water back up under leaden skies in Saint John, I reflected on how perfectly it echoed my present situation. I’m struggling and have decided not to try and hide it. It’s a mixture of feelings, but being in constant pain and discomfort, not having slept for more than a few fleeting hours each night for over a month is taking it’s toll on an already depressed body and mind. The nausea is affecting my appetite, too. Maybe meeting up with my stuff again (bike and tent) will help, at least that’s my hope.
It’s going to be a while though as somehow I’ve ended up back in Montreal heading for Toronto. From there I’ll head down to New York where I’m due to pick up the bike. I somehow have to hang around until the middle of October to allow my injuries to get to a point I can (hopefully) use the arm and it’s also when I meet my bike again. I desperately need help with accommodation on this part of the trip as I cannot save money by camping until I get my bike and kit back, please message me if you can help.
No plan, I’m at an absolute rock bottom. So sorry for telling you this, but I’m tired of trying to pretend everything is OK.