Alright. I've just discovered my other e-mail address is marc.lajoie@mail.mcgill.ca, NOT marc.lajoie@mcgill.ca. E-mails that were sent to the latter are now in the infinite limbo of cyberspace. I got the e-mail that were sent to mlajoi4@po-box.mcgill.ca, but I don't know how much longer this e-mail address will continue to exist. So, in summary, marc.lajoie@mail.mcgill.ca is the preferred address. Thank you and goodnight. :)

Well, where oh where did I leave off? Right, London. London lost its sense of humor as I got more towards its core and became a rich-kid university town. I did find a really cool bartender named Sabrina, who kept me entertained for the majority of the evening. Incidentally, if you're listening Sabrina, go to Halifax, I have no doubt whatsoever that you will win, especially if they get to know your personality. While I was in London, I got rejected from another bar due to my bandana, but debated with the bouncers and managers for a good half an hour before leaving. (Fascists) :) I then went down the road to a bar where the students from the business school were congregating for a karaoke competition. I stole a name tag and faked my way through the night as a business student, complaining about courses and such. A girl asked me if I was on the list and I said "no"; but she added me to the list if I promised to bring in my application tomorrow. So I had a blast, free alcohol all night AND I qualified for the finals. Who's the man? I finished off the night back at Sabrina's bar, the Keltic Knot, and slept in the park for the night. Back on the road, I passed a town called Morpeth. Apparently, Morpeth was once called Jamesville, but the deeds of a british philanthropist named Morpeth induced the townspeople to consider a name change. In order to decide whether to change the name, two barrels were found and filled with whisky. Those for the name change would put their whisky in one barrel, those against in the other. Whichever side had the most whisky in the end would have it their way. Now that's a system! I'm sure by the end of the night, no one cared either way! I think I spent the night camped outside Blenheim, though at the moment I have no recollection of that night whatsoever. Strange. The next day I biked all the way to Kingsville, Canada's southernmost town. Kingsville has a ferry that takes you to Pelee island, and then from Pelee to Sandusky, Ohio., which I planned to take. I found a beautiful undiscovered beach on the shore of lake Erie where I set up camp. What a spot; wilderness behind me; sand underneath me; endless water before me. Who could ask for more in life? I stayed a couple of nights there, went out to the local Kingsville bar at night and met cool folks such as Don Smith & Greg Freeman. (I promised I'd mention them) It rained alot the next day and I got very wet, but by the time saturday morning came around I was dry enough and ready to get on the ferry. I took the ferry to Pelee, had a good time shooting pool and socializing in the southernmost tavern in Canada, and got back on the ferry to the United States. The tiny ferry had only a handful of people on it. I stood at the front of the boat and watched the islands pass behind me. I can't describe the excitement I felt as they raised the American flag, incating we'd crossed the border. I looked behind me at Canada receding on the horizon and at my bike at the stern of the boat, against a background of endless water, and for the first time really wished I had a camera, so that my friends and family could see this. I arrived at Sandusky's port and told the customs officials the ABSOLUTE TRUTH (novel tactic, I know). They let me in to their country despite my appalling honesty and I wandered the town for a while. Wow, what a difference! For the first time I experienced racial segregation and real racism. The black community and the white community interacted only peripherally, and often antagonistically. They even attended different bars! It was crazy! While the population was mixed outside the bar, when I got inside, it was only white. Someone informed me that the only reason a black person would be in there would be to "score a white woman". Nonetheless, I had fun there as a girl band called Monkey Love rocked the joint. It was the first live music I had heard in a while. I went all goo-goo eyed over the guitar player, an incredibly attractive fiery red-head who held the entire place in her spell, even know she wasn't the "star". I talked to her and she got me free drinks all night. Her name was, quite appropriately, Angel. If I'd only had more time! I also met a really cool guy named Gregory Noblin, someone who didn't fit in in Sandusky but who would have fit in wonderfully in Montreal. He told me to call him along the way if I needed anything, anything at all, including money. He was cool and reminded me of my cousin Martin. I camped that night behind a plastic surgeon's office, figuring doctors don't work weekends. I took off the next day and had some bike trouble along the way. I had two flat tires in one day! I was exhausted by the time I changed it a second time, but a baptist minister invited me to dine with his family and I accepted. What an experience! He had 6 kids; his sister nine. They were all home-schooled and I'll wager that all the kids slept in the same bed. In short, I had dinner with the Waltons. The girls all wore aprons and kerchiefs on their heads; the men farmed for a living. Three generations of the family all lived there, and I'm sure it will soon be four. I was politely informed that I am going to hell, though they were quite friendly about it (I guess they meet a lot of the hellbound). I had a good time and got back on the road refreshed. I camped out in the middle of nowhere, and resumed in the morning. The next day was long and tiring. The incline and the wind were against me; by the end of the day I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to jump in a lake. I found one and headed straight for it. I stayed in Delaware state park and met a lovely couple of grandparents who fed me until my seams were busting. I stayed an extra day there and camped on their site so I didn't have to pay. They run a trucking company and offered me a ride on a truck to where I'm going when I need it, and gave me their number. I also met their son who was my age, and we went to the local town of Delaware to play drinking games with his friends. Great people! I slept again in Delaware state park. In the morning I said goodbye to my newfound friends and headed to Delaware. Ohio Wesleyen University, an arts college, resides in Delaware Ohio. I took the opportunity to audit a class on Socrates and enjoyed it thoroughly. I met a whole bunch of university students who are currently giving me a place to stay until the hurricane blows over -- Fantastic people. I've been having a blast partying with them, and especially with a lovely girl named KT Labadie. I've peaked her interest in Montreal and I think she may be heading up there at some point. I may need some of you to show her a good time. Also, since I've been here, I've made a connection that will aid me in the future: I now have an in with the Hopi tribe in Arizona, and it seems likely that I will be allowed to live with them for a while when I get there. I have found the people of Ohio to be generous and kind. I even had some guy stop me on the road and insist on giving me forty dollars american to help me on my way. He insisted so vigourously I eventually had to accept the money! Anyways, I'll be back on the road soon and will have more stories to tell, if anyone out there is listening.

Oh, by the way, it's been one month today! Yaaaaaay!

Hello Hello friends and well-wishers! Later today I'm going to write another update. A lot has happened since London, and especially since I got to the united states. I'm currently in Delaware, Ohio. (For anyone who knows where that is) I'm near the state captital, Columbus. I'm just trying to piece together the last week in my mind before I start writing. Stay tuned!