Good morning folks:
It's 6.50am and we're sitting in a diner near the town of Angola in New York. Another longish day again - about 36 miles to Niagara, across into Canada for about 25 miles, then another 35 or so to our evening stop in a town called Medina. We have a presentation to do tonight to a group of churches there.
A bit complicated today, as Arek from Lebanon can't cross. We had thought of smuggling him in the SAG wagon, but he thought it might prejudice his chances of returning if he was caught! The gear trailer can't cross either. Customs at both sides in both directions, so plenty of potential for delays. Thanks as always for your prayers. Will try and let you know how it goes. Apologies for no
photos on the blog - no internet access since Sunday. Blessings.
It's 6.50am and we're sitting in a diner near the town of Angola in New York. Another longish day again - about 36 miles to Niagara, across into Canada for about 25 miles, then another 35 or so to our evening stop in a town called Medina. We have a presentation to do tonight to a group of churches there.
A bit complicated today, as Arek from Lebanon can't cross. We had thought of smuggling him in the SAG wagon, but he thought it might prejudice his chances of returning if he was caught! The gear trailer can't cross either. Customs at both sides in both directions, so plenty of potential for delays. Thanks as always for your prayers. Will try and let you know how it goes. Apologies for no
photos on the blog - no internet access since Sunday. Blessings.Well, here's a quick update after the event. The day was excellent. Dan and Stuart got separated a bit and took a while crossing the Peace bridge from Buffalo into Canada, but we got everybody safely reunited and up to Niagara, which was as spectacular and breathtaking as always. It was very hot, and the cloud of spray coming up off the Canadian falls felt very welcome. Emma and I had the chance for a bite of lunch together - a Tim Horton's soup & san
dwich, which was great. The we rode on for another twenty miles or so and across another bridge (the Lewiston?) into USA, then to the city of Lockport, where we met the Eric Canal for the first time, with this plaque commemorating the Irish who dug it, pretty much with picks and shovels, between 1817 and 1825.
dwich, which was great. The we rode on for another twenty miles or so and across another bridge (the Lewiston?) into USA, then to the city of Lockport, where we met the Eric Canal for the first time, with this plaque commemorating the Irish who dug it, pretty much with picks and shovels, between 1817 and 1825.Then 
on to the lovely wee city of Medina.
on to the lovely wee city of Medina. 
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