We were stuck in an un-air conditioned bike room of the outbound train (2.5 hours after we planned to leave) with a crazy Canad. He was the campaign manager for the Green Party there. He was in week five of a seven week ride through God Knows Where on his own - and he was still running things for The Party back home (and checking his oil stocks???) after his daily ride. He liked to tell us things. We listened politely, happy to be on our way to the first bike miles of the trip.
Or so we thought.
N*R
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