total km: 4947.9
We left Eigensinn Farm happy and in awe. It was the weirdest and most surreal place either of us have ever been to, and we don't expect to find something like it anywhere else. If any of you ever get a chance to go there, you definitely should. It is an experience that you won't soon forget.
Our original destination for the day was Hamilton, but there is no direct route to the city from Eigensinn. We forged our own route, more or less weaving our way in a somewhat South Easterly direction using random side roads as much as possible. Random side roads are usually complete with random and cool sights and we were not to be disappointed.
Homemade bmx park.
We have been riding through beautiful farm land these last couple of days. 
A vibrant pastel clothesline.Our random route to Hamilton involved a proposed stopover in Orangeville, requiring a stint on highway 10. It was way busier than we thought it would be though and, thus, way scarier. Too many semis came too close on our way to Orangeville and we were ready to rent a car. When we discovered (surprisingly) that we were only 80 km from Toronto (we thought that we were way further, as we hadn't really checked our map)and on a highway leading directly there, the amount of traffic made more sense.
We took up camp in Second Cup and started finding a car. Enterprise, luckily, had a car available for us right then. The only problem was that we were earlier than any of our friends expected, and thus had not made any sleeping arrangements for the night. A search for Sarah Cotten's phone number (our contact in Hamilton) proved futile so we re-focused our attention on Toronto. Oddly enough, Gaspar Csete (one of our Toronto friends) had sent us a message that very day with his phone number. A phone call later and Gaspar became our new hero. We were headed to Toronto!
We have been told time and time again that the 401 would be the scariest road to bike on. In fact, you aren't allowed to. But when we pulled onto it and saw the best biking road we seen for weeks on end, we were baffled.
That shoulder is not only about 6 feet wide, but it's protected by a rumble strip. All of our "bike friendly" roads either have no shoulder or a shoulder spanning about 1 foot in width (and that's the biggest we've seen). After seeing this, we decided, definitely, that road planners have never biked a day in their lives. We picked Gaspar up from work, watched him pull some human contortion as he crammed himself into the back seat (did we mention that we had to rent a car? Because we're under 25 we can't rent a truck. We were assured by the slimy salesman that "it's a full sized car, so there is lots of room." But it's a car nonetheless), and headed to his apartment. After some dinner, wine and dessert (made by Gaspar) we were content and happy with our change of plans.
Gaspar's elegant table setting and Katie, wearing an apron (she didn't cook) and scoffing at Brandon for taking pictures of her unannounced.
That shadowy figure behind the wine glasses is Gaspar - unfortunately, the only picture we took of him.
Brandon's random search for the best restaurants in Toronto. He was pretty excited. B&K
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