“I’d rather die on a mountain than in my bed.” – Natasha, at the hostel
PEI has a cultivated beauty. I bike red dirt roads to red and white lighthouses, followed by red dirt fields full of red potatoes.
The hostel in Charlottetown is full of fun and interesting people, like my new friend Natasha who says the most profound things. We’re all on adventures.
After two great nights in Charlottetown, I’m clean, my clothes are clean, my legs are rested and my saddle sores are healed. Life is good as I pedal toward Confederation Bridge.