I always manage to find a way home. I’m quite proud of myself. I can wander
through the streets of a city I don’t know (note for future reference:
Missassauga is not a town to wander around looking for a bus in. It’s rather
large.) and two or three hours later, after suffering only mild hypothermia,
manage to wander through the front doors of the place I’m staying at.
It seems I’ll have a chance to try out my homing instinct in Utah very
shortly, my trip schedule has been advanced quite suddenly. Which is fine by
me, I can’t wait to get out of this cold Canadian weather. Brrr!
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