Kým sa vymotáme z kempu je skoro poludnie (tesne pred odchodom Baška zistila, že má defekt). Fúka silný protivietor, cesta do Reginy je otrasná, ako všetky cesty do veľkých miest, hustá premávka, hluk, prach a shopping centrá. Skúšali sme nájsť nejaký cyklistický obchod, ale nič vhodné sme nenašli. Moje rukavice sa už pomaly rozpadávajú a potreboval by som nové. Aspoň sme našli free wifi a zavolali si s našimi. Inak kým sme sa vymotali z mesta bol už večer a pred nami nekonečné polia a stále vietor do tváre. Čakali sme, že tu budú kempy, veľmi hojné na výhodnej strane Reginy, ale západ bol úplne pustý. Ako sme si to tak pedálovali v ústrety zapadajúcemu slnku, zrazu sa spoza nás vynoril cyklista a hneď sa začal pýtať na našu cestu a tak, keď sme mu povedali, že asi dnes budeme späť v poli,lebo tu nič nie je (najbližšie mesto bolo tak 20 míľ), len tak mimochodom povedal, že jeho priatelia bývajú, hneď túto cez pole na farme, a že či nechceme prespať u nich. No za chvíľu už sme boli na farme, pani domu Tereza, nám ponúkla niečo ako Radler a výborné tyčinky a chcela nám spraviť aj poriadnu večeru, ale my sme sa celkom napráskali v Regine. Mike, tak sa volal onen cyklista, s nami rozoberal plán ďalšej cesty a spolu s Terezou nám dali kopec typov, hlavne na prechod cez Skalisté Vrchy a opäť raz sme sa rozprávali dlho do noci. Prespali sme v ich super luxusnom rodinnom karavane.
Today we started around noon, partly because of flat tire on Baška's bike. Road to Regina was horrible, strong west wind, dust, shopping malls, crazy traffic, as it is usual around big cities. In Regina we tried to find new cyclogloves for me, that old one what I have are falling slowly apart, but without success. We also tried to get map of Alberta, but with same result as with gloves. Luckily we found free wifi, so we could speak with my family. When we got out from town it was evening. Biking against the wind, we were looking for some campgrounds, but there were only farm fields around us, no town or something. West side of Regina is very different from east side where were campgrounds everywhere... Suddenly one biker appeared from behind and after small conversation, when he found out that we don't have any clue where to stay for night, he mentioned that we could oversleep at his friend's house. And, surprisingly, we were just passing around their farm. So we agreed and very soon we hang out with Mike (biker), his wife Charlotte (who came to pick him up) and Theresa (farmer), drinking good beer and eating pretzels. We were talking about our bike trip and Mike with Theresa were giving us some advices for our next journey. We slept in Theresa's trailer, very comfortable and big.
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