I spent last night in and out of sleep in a car bound for Halifax, NS from Montreal QC. We stopped in a New Brunswick field when R became too tired to go on. “I just have to rest my eyes. I’m not tired,” he said. I spent the wee hours of the morning in fitful sleep, dreaming of a man with axes for hand lurking in the forest that rings the field.
We arrived in Halifax just north of 9 am and slept some more. This time in a bed. As I’m rubbish at sleeping in the day time I got up to plan the next leg of my trip.
I want to see a friend’s band play in a chinese food restaurant half-way between Halifax and Sydney, NS, my ultimate destination. While I have a ride from there to Sydney, I need to get to Antigonish first. I could get a ticket for a bus or shuttle van, but where is the fun in that.
Halifax’s Craigslist ride share section is a little bleak. There’s an ad from a psychic who does love spells, and several from people going on long haul drives, but nothing headed my way. I post an ad and cross my fingers.
Kijiji’s ride share board is far more active. Haligonians are jetting all over North America in their cars, and looking for company. Unfortunately, no one is headed my way. I post an ad, and again hope for the best.
Within 10 minutes Kijiji yields an answer. I’m excited as I scroll through the superfluous Kijiji ad material looking for the text from my potential chauffeur. He’s passing through Antigonish on a drive from New Brunswick to Newfoundland on the day I want – but I’d be almost 12 hours early to meet my friends. As there’s not much to do in Antigonish (or rather, absolutely nothing to do) I thank him and decline.
And now I wait.
