This final day has been the hardest.

I slept on a campground bathroom floor. It was clean, sorta.

I started biking at 6.
I was starving earlier and the only store around had an issue with my debit card. Then i almost fell for the first time, and i told myself, ‘uh oh this is when everything starts to go wrong.’ So I hit a bump at the bottom of a steep hill and my iPod flew into a swamp. I began crying very hard and cutting all the brush down with my knife. I never found it.

I got lost. 6 out of 7 people I’ve spoken French to today have offered to speak English. The trains are all broke so I can’t take the easy way out even though I want to, so badly. I’ve lost hours.

But I can’t. So I’ll keep on keeping on.