AUG 27, 1996

SERGE

Today was going to be a wet day. I was hoping to get to my friends in Kill Devil Hills, NC before I got too soaked but this was not the case because the drizzle had turned into a steady downpour. About a north of Grandy, I was surprised at meeting up with another cycle tourist who was heading northwards. Actually, he was another cyclist for Y'SHUA and he was pulling a trailer.

Serge was from Quebec City. It was a surprise when he called out my name because we had never met before. He had seen one of the articles about my trip near Pensacola, Fla.

Serge had started riding for Y'SHUA after he said he had been saved from a five day long coma after a drug overdose at a psychiatric hospital. He had been on the road for over four thousand miles. Today was a sad day for him because his riding partner had been killed yesterday.

His partner had been a golden retriever pup. Somehow last night on the Outer Banks, the pup had gotten loose and been hit by a car. They had been together for around a thousand miles.