When I am in Winnipeg, I don’t really know what to do with the place. There is Museums and Parks and a big Parliament Building and all the stuff one generally finds in cities, but I am not really in the mood for a city. I wander along the river and watch the squirrels get together their stash for winter and I start worrying about my own stash for winter.
I have been hibernating for a while, which is fair enough when its -40 outside. But we have passed the winter solstice and the world outside my window is getting a bit brighter every day. Thus I want to recount my way across Canada. So back to September….
At home or away, people frequently ask me if I ever get lonely on the road. I always say no without even thinking about it. The truth is, I feel lonely all the time. I get stuck. Most of the time I don’t know where I am going or what I am doing. I had my heart broken, I had my bag stolen and I have been lost more times than I can count. I found myself sleeping on various benches because there was nowhere else to go and sometimes I sit down by the side of the road and have a good cry because I am all alone in the world. In the end its all worth it, because once you have picked yourself up and moved on you will find something beautiful. And if somebody asks you if you ever get lonely on the road your answer will be no because what they are asking about is a sense of loneliness that is somehow negative. Because when you get lonely at home you are stuck; on the road it will let you know how to move forward. I love being lonely and I love being stuck.
Before I came to Canada I read that the Canadian identity is “as elusive as the Sasquatch”, which is the Canadian version of Bigfoot. It’s funny because using the word Sasquatch already seems very Canadian to me. One thing is for sure – there is a lot to explore. On my first day in Canada I check out an eerie and foggy Halifax. Continue reading