DAY 1
After an emotional parting with my wife it was time to hit the road. This will be the longest
we've been apart since we have been married.
Bianca wanted to do the navigating but we also had the GPS Nav unit as backup. To date,
Bianca has given me NO wrong directions, which is a record for navigators I have traveled with. 
Of course, Bianca has actually given me NO directions

She may prove handy, however in the
event of a breakdown. I would pose her looking under the hood and wait for a horny male to
stop and offer assistance.
First stop was only 20 minutes away for a much needed haircut. After this we were officially on the road to the USA with a brief stopover at Fundy Textiles in Truro to pick up our Doll Chronicles hats. Not bad for Midiman…only 6 hours behind schedule. |  |
I called the Super 9 Hotel in Bangor to let them know we would be a late arrival and to tell them they could charge the
room. I was informed that they already had the VISA and all was OK.
When we reached the border I spent about an hour at Canadian customs filling out forms to ensure a hassle free
return with my gear and the ‘ladies’. Also, it would make for an easier time with USA customs.

We drove into USA customs to be greeted by a “…be with you guys in a minute…” and on his return, “…so what’s going on here?”, at which point I told him about the documentary and he instructed me to turn off my camera. About a half hour later and after being asked to go into the building, I was informed – with a smile - that they considered the dolls to be ‘naturalized Americans and were letting them enter the USA’. I am not sure as to what they considered me, however, I also was allowed entry. So we gassed up and began the long trek to Bangor. | |
Arriving in Bangor after midnight, I had decided that I would have to leave the dolls and equipment in the car as I was much too tired to unload. Walking into the hotel lobby I was greeted by the night clerk, “Sorry, we do not have any rooms!” – to which I replied, “I have a reservation!” To which he replied, “Your VISA was declined so I gave the room to someone else!” I gave him the card and asked him to run it right then and no surprise to me, the card worked fine.
However, the room was gone; there was some sort of Bingo Fest going on and no rooms to be had in Bangor.

So much for the Super 8 Motel! We soon found ourselves on the road again. It could only happen to Midiman and it did!