Wallenius Wilhelmson’s office opened at 8am, so we were up with the larks this morning. Fees paid, next stop was Canadian Border 
Control to get our papers stamped, then back to the hotel to pack. Despite all our good intentions, time was getting on. It was nearly noon by the time we boarded the little Metro ferry for the trip across the harbour to the Autoport, with the inevitable consequence that it was lunchtime by the time we arrived. Needless to say, the one member of staff responsible for riding the bikes round to the office was on his break
We had been pre-warned that John’s bike had been loaded onto the ship with a flat tyre, and so we were prepared to be spending the day looking for a new one. In the event, things weren’t so grim. There was an obvious score mark in the centre of the tread, and the leak was slow. At least we could get back to the hotel before having to worry about it.
On the other hand, having only a couple of weeks ago ridden about 1,000 miles to deliver my BMW to Southampton, I wasn’t reckoning on a flat battery. But there you are, life is full of surprises. We just kept the motor running while John gave his rear tyre a quick boost.
Back at the hotel, John plugged his puncture, and we set about the challenge of packing s
ix bags’ worth of kit onto our bikes. It was getting late and we needed to put some symbolic mileage under our belts. At 4pm we hit the road, bound for Moncton, New Brunswick.