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andhotchocolate…each!)ItoldEriktocycleaheadforIwantedtostaybackanddosome
errandsintownbeforeIleft.Afterfindingashoptobuyasparetire,Iwenttothebankand
then visited the beautiful cathedral.
I returned to my room to retrieve my bike and began my day of cycling. At first, I
travelled at a cautiously slow pace to allow the chain to adjust to the new links. Since the
road was less hilly, it made cycling slightly easier and my speed started to increase. My
repair job proved to be a charm. Not to take any chances however, whenever I came across
a tough looking hill, I simply walked up instead. The nice thing about walking was that it
gave me the opportunity to really enjoy the scenery as the views began to open up. The
greenery of the hills and the swaying palm trees made me feel like I was in a travel bro-
chure.
I completed 96 kilometres on the one gear and arrived at Duekoué's Catholic Mis-
sionrunbySalesiansfromSpain.ImetErikandwewereofferedaroomandeachabucket
ofwatertobathe.Afterthe6:30p.m.mass,ErikandIwentoutforanItaliandinnerandby
10:05, I was asleep.
The next morning, I was up at 6 a.m. to prepare for departure. The priest in charge
filled all our water bottles and I gave him and the other priests a lapel pin each. Erik and I
thenwentoutforaquickbreakfast anduponourreturnleft themission. Westarted cycling
together but Erik soon sped off. I caught up with him 20 kilometres down the road for he
was having problems with his rear wheel. He told me to go on ahead and would soon catch
uptome.So,offIwentexpectinghimtoblowpastmeatanytime.Ipushedmyselfthefull
104 kilometres to Daloa without stopping for lunch. When I arrived at a gas station on the
outskirts of the town, I indulged in some high sugar junk food but still no Erik. I found the
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