OF BEARS, BIKES & MAPLE

A Canadian Tour Diary

Let's get one thing straight; Canada's big, it's huge, in fact it's muckle. Until you get there it's difficult to really picture this, especially if you're not well travelled and a complete novice when it comes to cycle touring.

May '95, first tour, first time in Canada, no idea of what I was doing .....I wanted my Mummy. So where to start? Well, I needed a bicycle and come cycle touring gear. It's lucky I had them with me then, my Peer Gynt recumbent (my pride and joy) and far, far too much kit. I also needed a starting point and some kind of destination. I was in Toronto, and Vancouver is on the other side of the country, seemed logical.

Before I'd even started, had I made my first mistake? Did I go the wrong way? If you look at a basic gradient map, East to West is a gradual ascent to The Rockies, not noticeable day to day, but a fact none the less. Also, the wind in North America tends to come from the West, an especially important fact when crossing the prairies. However, I think I chose the right direction. I mean, I think I'd have been put off if I'd actually seen from the air the distance that I planned to cover.

I was quite surprised, for such a large country, that I only found two recumbent dealers in Canada; one in Toronto and one in Vancouver, though a few stores had seen them in the flesh. This made my Peer Gynt more of a novelty than it seems to be in the Scottish Borders (probably due to the existence of Neatwork, gone now and sadly missed). Consequently I had a wide range of reactions; mouths hanging open, waves, toots on the car-horn, pointing, terrorist snap-shooters (who would screech up to a halt, take a photo, then screech off again). Of course there was the odd fool yelling obscenities, but more often than not, after a brief chat about the bike, my tour e.t.c, came the offer of a place to stay.

Last updated 27 November 1999