Port Hardy: halfway there!

Howdy folks!

After 700km of cycling, a dozen or so performances, and only one flat tire (so far), we have arrived in Port Hardy, the northernmost point on our route. This marks the halfway point of the tour in terms of both time and distance. I feel like I'm finishing the longest month of my life, and am not sure what to think about the prospect of one more. You have a lot of time to think while biking, and I believe I may have done too much of it, because even though I feel good about this tour I'm much further away from figuring out the next steps in life. more on that later.

Woss and Port Hardy have brought us the surprisingly harsh challenge of working with an elementary audience. Just when we'd gotten accustomed to answering smartass questions from fifteen year olds (My favorite question: are you Free-gans? answer: yes. do you have any pie?), Our performance isn't great, never was and never will be. Occassionally it's good, but for elementary kids most of the urban-teenager content is lost completely. It is, however, a great time to be playing the toilet. I got more laughs than the rest of the performance combined when I was sat upon and then left unflushed. they call me mellow yellow.

Today, we'll start retracing our steps and return to Port Mc Neill, catcalling capital of Vancouver Island and home of the World's Largest Burl (a tree-tumor. it's massive.) It's a short ride to get there, about 46k, and my stinkiness will continue to build during days 6-10 of the camping stretch. It's also where we had our tours of logging camps and operations, but I'm finding it hard to write about all that at the moment. it will come.

until next time! :)G