We rolled into Halifax using three sets of highly subjective information; one from a well meaning cyclist (our host), one from a confused bicyclist, and one from a raging masochist intent on having seen to a fiery and painful end. We chose the later.
When we finally arrived we were very pleased to meet our host, Al. There were about thirty bikes of all sorts and vintages strewn about (including a beautiful matching pair of Bianchi racers) decorating the place.
We showered 10 days of filth off and kicked back on the porch.
We awoke, drank a cuppa, ate two breakfasts, and eased into town. We saw it all - parks, forts, ferries, histories, and breweries. We our short stay in civilization by watching "Indiana Jones: Something About Chrystal Skulls" before heading off into the wilds of the Eastern shore the next day.
We tuned up our bikes at Al's shop and headed off into the boonies.
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