The first few days of my cycling trip along the Pan-American highway didn't go to plan, as my bags had been lost in transit. Was today the day they would turn up?
Chase those bags… Again!
I woke up early, and got straight on the phone to BA, who after ten minutes, identified my bag as being somewhere between Seattle and Fairbanks. Incredibly helpful stuff.
I had pretty much resigned myself to having to re-buy all my kit, a prospect I wasn't looking forwards too, so with a sigh, I put the phone down and went into the bathroom.
As I picked up my toothbrush, I noticed a handwritten note underneath it which read ‘Dave, Your bag is at the airport, we'll pick it up tomorrow.'
I have two special dances that I reserve for situations such as this, the first one is my ‘Dance of Joy', and the second one is my ‘Dance of Glee', neither of which make me look like a special needs case on acid I might add.
Anyhow, after breakfast, Chase took me down to the airport where I was reunited with my bag — never leave me again!!!
Yes – My bag and gear arrived!!
After sorting through my kit, I took a cycle down to the tourist information centre, and picked up a handy leaflet on the Dalton Highway.
One of this little gems more insightful suggestions says – ‘If a grizzly makes physical contact, play dead. If a black bear attacks, fight back.'
I am glad that I am now fully informed, and will make sure that the next time a 400 KG bear charges at me, I will identify its species.
On leaving the visitors centre, I decided to go to the Antique Automobile museum. Its not something that I would normally visit, but was really interesting. As well as a world class collection of cars, there were some great period photographs from the 1900's – 1930's which showed cars being used in the Fairbanks region.
At night, Chase and Phyllis cooked up a marvelous salmon dinner – They really are great!!
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