So my motorbike broke down last Thursday... On my way back home. Let me explain the distance between my house and my place of employment: It's the equivalent of the distance between the market and Kanata in Ottawa.
SO! I was about 2km's away from work on my way home when the bike started jumping and eventually broke down. At this point I thought there was still hope, so I went into my bag to grab my cell phone... Which had no battery left. Great. So there was no longer any hope left until I reached a telecenter, where I could call Axelle (roomate) and get her to send reinforcements. You know the 417 hwy between Kanate and Bayshore? Well that's the type of road I was on... So no telecenters for at least another few kilometres. So I walked. With the bike. Talk about turning heads... It's bad enough when you see a "Tubabu" over here let alone a destitute-looking one with a broken down motorbike.
Needless to say after that I started wearing my running shoes more often... Thankfully... Because this Monday (keep in mind the bike has yet to be repaired at this point) I had to walk the entire way - from work to my house - because apparently, no taxis like to stop for "Tubabu"!! I waved, I "pssst!", I did everything under the sun to grab every taxi's attention but no one stopped. I now have massive blisters at the bottom of my feet.
But that isn't the end of it. Yesterday a taxi finally stopped for me but did not want to bring me all the way to my house. Which was fine - I was just happy to not have to walk 20Km's. So halfway to my house it started raining... Remember in my previous notes when I explained the rain here? ARMAGEDDON. Which was also fine. What was not fine, however, was the fact that I was wearing white...
On the positive side, I won't need to work out at all this week... Yay.
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