Lloydminster – Winnipeg

If anybody would like to hitchhike in Canada, Husky Truck Stops have my best recommendation. Besides I couldn’t get a ride for 2.5 hour on this stop in Lloydminster, there is for sure at least 20-30 trucks at the time. And finally as usual one driver exploded like supernova and before he noticed me I knew he is mine. Alex – philipinian immigrant living in Saskatoon – one the nicest person I met on the road – calm, trustful, curious and simply good person who wait for permit to bring his family to Canada. Alex I wish you all the best. For next truck I waited two hours and when my watch communicated to my eyes 3.30 a.m. I got a lift from Jerry. I was extremely sleepy but I couldn’t stop talking with him. We shared a lot, from travels experience, crazy stories from Europe and Asia, through women and kids and we finished on paragliding and free falling. At last I found the soul mate, the first person in Canada really closed to my psychological profile. Jerry took me almost to Regina (don’t try to change r with g ;) ) where on another Husky Truck Stop I ate real Canadian breakfast contained hush potatoes, two eggs fried on one side, two sausages, two toasts and 1.5 litre of coffee. With full stomach I began my asking-begging-for-a-ride ritual, showing everyone my sign and floppy letters that were building no more than Winnipeg. At 8 am I was sitting in dirty cabin that was own by huge fat American driver. I explained him that I hardly slept last night and he was so that he let me sleep on his bed. I crossed the border between Saskatchewan and Manitoba dreaming about crossing Newfoundland on skies and I woke up two hours drive to Winnipeg. I thanked him for his hospitality and jumped into the warm air of Manitoba. I walked down to the truck stop but I only met an old hitchhiker who was on his way to the West. I was crossing Canada exactly in the opposite direction, we exchanged experience, wished each other good luck and I realized that there is something amazing in this route. It was pretty close to Winnipeg so I tried my luck with regular cars and of course I got a lift after maybe fifteen minutes. We joked about my trip and the smell that I was spreading and his advice was obvious – take a shower before you ring a bell to Lissias doors.