We are cleared by Customs and the bike is unloaded. I fire up and head for the nearest gas station, riding on the wrong side of the road—whoops, better get that sorted quickly!
I arrive in Selkirk, where I was born, at about 4:30 p.m., where I say hello to my grannie and catch up with my relatives.
I have been on the road nine months, done 27,500 miles by bike, 380 by train in Mexico, and spent 27 days at sea. Even without earning $400 in Vancouver, I would still have made it here with $200 to spare; I started with $1,200, and still have $600 in traveler’s cheques.