Made it

Well I made it. I'm at an internet cafe in Honolulu. I had no problem getting my bike on the plane and they didn't charge me anything extra. The ride up to Montreal went great. My instinct told me that everything was going to be fine, mostly based on my ride's writing style. Strange thing to base a spontaneous character judgment on, but it seemed to work. Crap, I guess now anyone who reads this will now know that all you have to do is send an articulate email to pull the wool over my eyes. Luckily that wasn't the case this time.

Last night was a bit rough. I couldn't find a good beach to sleep on so I ended up in a kind of sketchy city park with my other homeless brethren. Nothing happened but I was a little worried about getting jacked. This is a big city with all that goes with it. Wheeew, my bike is still outside, I just had to look out the window after writing that last sentence. Of course I forgot my lock, duh.