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During my travels, my compensation for free accommodation for one night, was for me to write a daily travel diary. Of how I got to my next location, the people who would host me, the food I was offered and everything else. Below you find the archives of the highly extensive reports. Know that English is not my native language and most reports were written at high speed around midnight. Enjoy.

Sunday, 15 June 2003
--> Cambridge, Ontario, Canada (day 2)

As I was supposed to stay with my hosts Laura and Jora today, they had already arranged a canoe to go canoeing today. So that was a good excuse to stay another day and enjoy this afternoon of relaxation on the Grand River between Kitchener and Cambridge.
The weather was perfect and halfway the four hours voyage we had a picnic on a shore. It was warm and sunny and pretty soon I had taken my shirt off to stay cool. Well the thing is that if you do that with the sun baking on it, you get burned. I should have remembered that at that moment.

I put some sun block on my arms and on my neck, but you know what the thing with sun block is? It does not work on the part of your body where you don't put it on! I am not joking! It's the truth!

Well, they didn't say that on the bottle! (So I will probably sue the company as I am in North America anyway, hehe)

So poor dumb Ramon got sun burned. Not just a little bit, pretty badly… All the lobsters in the Maritime Provinces of Canada are now gathering together to discuss their enviousness of my burned-red legs and back.

But I only noticed it when we got back home this afternoon and I saw that my legs were just a little bit (very!) red… Oh, don’t worry, I thought. It won't be that bad.

I found out. It hurt. During the watching of the DVD "XXX" (an overrated James Bond rip-off) this evening I bit my teeth out of constant pain. Laura helped me out by cooling my legs and back with some calamine crème she put on in thick layers.

It would at least get me through the night without problems, but the worst was yet to come…

Good night Cambridge!