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July 13th 2006:

The cherry road

My first day of biking after 2 months spent planting... You can't possibly know how good it felt
An improvised table in a super market. Now, even a cardboard table's considered a luxury.
That's it, my planting season stops here. On the 8th of july, I'l forced to trade my shovel for my bike and roll all the way to Oliver, a small town some 40 km away from the border where I'll be picking some cherries for a while. I was forced to face up to some unexpected difficulties during my trip which is why I'll be making this stop. However, one good news emerged from all this, my sister, my co-renter and my father decided to join me in Oliver to help me with my job!

A nice little cycling track between Penthatomidé and Oliver 
Never break any rule, it's really important
Oliver's probably the worst place in all British Columbia where someone would hope of improving his english. During picking season, about 90% of all workers actually come from Quebec. Every single conversation starts the same way. "Hey are you from Quebec?" "Really? Where are you from?"

So, from the Rockies to the desert valleys of British Columbia, I rolled for 400 km to reach this town. My trip was a lot more pleasant than expected as Lynne, a tree-planting friend decided to follow me until Chili. Not bad for a first biking experience.


This was also good training for whatever's coming next. Three quarters of climbing for one quarter of dropping down... And here I thought that heading south meant going down.



This is what planting usually looks like
I must delay my departure for South America yet again. I think this time, I'll be leaving around the middle of August, after my family goes back to Quebec.