Today was hot. Hot hot. Yet another fateful decision was made regarding trip length: I was getting to QC tonight come hell or high water. I had gotten in touch with a fellow cyclist in QC via warmshowers who offered to put me up for the night, and the lure of a shower and good company was strong. 180km to go!
The ride was like any other in Quebec: total beauty. Passing along the water there were frequent rest stops with water and bathrooms, and overall I made great time. As I got closer, I called ahead to Marc to let him know roughly when I would be arriving, and he let me know him and his SO N'oemi would be heading out to some fireworks around when I was arriving, and that I was welcome to join. Sounded awesome, so he fills me in on where to meet and on I press. I skip dinner in favour of snacks, since I can eat heartily upon arrival. In retrospect, terrible decision.
I made it in time, and after some confusion we meet up (approached a cyclist to ask if he was Marc, and sure enough he was but he had no idea who I was. Wrong Marc). We bike on to the fireworks and grab some beer and snack on the way. I pound back a few granola bars and a beer while enjoying the fireworks and getting to know my hosts and am having a lowly time. After they wrap up, we bike back to their place and I start feeling less and less great. I figured I'll just crash and hopefully be feeling better in the morning.
No such luck- cue projectile vomiting and a restless night of not being able to hold down water. I am a terrible house guest :(
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