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Wow.

It has been an interesting morning. This is not a good motel. Mm-nn.

Yesterday was a nice bike ride. My legs were definitely tired, yet wanting to cross the Manitoba border. I'm about 15km in - haha. Today is a day of rain and thunderstorms. Tomorrow my parents leave to Las Vegas, and since my phone doesn't have service here, I will bike out extra early, just to see if I can arrive within service, within Winnipeg range, and then call mi paren'tays.

Boy - I dislike dirty public computers.

Cleanliness! My body is aching to clean this place up. Seriously. There is chewed gum, and a whole lotta debris just chilling beside me. It's like an acute attention to detail, I can't help it.

But, I just paid for an extra night - I had to call my parents first for their advice. My mom's advice - do not complain, do not gamble with your security. If I make a bad face with the owner here, then they do not let me into the hotel, and then where would I be? This is the only hotel within forty clicks. Then I would bike into the rain for that distance, to see if the next motel could be open, or .. It's hard to say. She then asked to call my father. My dad asked, "How much is it?" "110$" and quicker than anything he responds with, "Take it. That's not that much." His voice is concerned and paternal, very much so. He explains that 110$ is not that much when compared to getting sick - which is what happened biking into Lake Superior Provincial Park.

The owner manager here, I was introduced to him first on the phone - when I was calling in. But when I arrived, he wasn't in - and another Lady signed me in. She was awful, but I got a laugh out of her, and that was worth it. It's nice, especially nice to see a terrifying face laugh because of kindness - that's something to focus on. She charged me 110.

This morning, I come to ask if I can get an extra phone - so I can call my parents - because the buttons 9 and 6 on the phone in my room do not work. I am waiting for someone to come to the office - and a lady comes up and knocks on the closed glass doors, and out comes the manager. Before he comes out, she says that sometimes they are hiding. Anyways, she begins to complain about the poor conditions of this hotel, when compared to what she is paying. I completely agree with her. There was sand in my bed - I mean - mmm-nn.

She gets revved up talking to me before the manager comes in - and when they arrive, instead of pulling her into the office for privacy, they both turn their bodies so as to put this show on display to me. I am apart of their conversation. It's interesting. Like I was watching a play.

I just wanted a phone to call my mom. I think at that moment I was fairly set on biking out to the next motel, though not pleased. After they have their dispute, the owner then begins giving me his perspective on the conversation. The business situation is uneasy. And a strong disjoint in communication between the folks that work/live here.

The owner manager, and the lady customer, are both pleasing individuals. Just circumstantial have to deal with each other in obstacles. The situation is fixed, by the lady taking her family to another hotel, and the manager giving her the refund for the extra day she will not be staying for, though a no-refund policy exists. I mean - people have a - this better not suck policy - and we all have our limits - and people and their policies must adapt to the circumstances.

Predominantly I listened. But gave no heat. There was one moment in which I said that I am in a pickle - I cycled here, and it is raining - yadda yadda. The owner ends up giving it to me for 75$, to stay for this evening. I think out of comparison maybe - to the customer lady whom spoke to him before me - that could be why? But anyways - to combine my Dad and Mom's wisdom, and some help from someone else - let's say - I am here.

I feel like I am scared to define myself as a Christian - because I am technically/spiritually - not - according to the Good Book, I guess.  But voila. This morning has turned out good. I get to stay here, for a more comfortable price. One where I don't mind the dirt, but can understand it.

There is a pool here too - so maybe I could swim for a bit? Who knows. Who knows.

I still do not know, it is either Steinbeck, or Winnipeg tomorrow. Maybe Winnipeg actually. For if I want to get my bike fixed, I can bring it in on the Saturday that I arrive - hopefully before the cycle store closes. And then Hopefully I can get it back on a Sunday afternoon, if they are open, or a Monday morning - before we bike out to the Beach - I guess. Anyways - I hope this all fits together, and if it doesn't fit accordingly to how I had intended, then according to the good-willed intentions of the almighty, let's say.

I feel like I act more cautionary now. It's like - before I was 3, God didn't exist, so I was spared. And now, psychologically - he exists, so my conscience has brought me into His judgement. It's like a form of paranoia.

Anyways - arividerchi.

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Guilt and pleasure in liking how one looks. \maybe it's a lie. \\


\let's not go there\

Two days, or practically one, or practically none - more days that \i begin the next



Up to Milton, is a bit over 1900 kilometres.
time to do it, twice as good.