After calling the police to come pick the unconscious @$$hole up, something
I found
you could easily do in Canada, I got in the car and drove, as far and as fast as I could go
without getting stopped for speeding. Before I knew it, the sun was coming up and Patric
was crying, I had forgotten that the children were sleeping in the backseat. I pulled over,
changed Patric, then fed them both. I dug out my map book and checked to see where I
was, according to it, I was about two hours from the Quebec/New Brunswick border. But
now, someone may be after me again. I decided to cut across the top of New Brunswick,
to Nova Scotia. Halifax looked like a good city, and I could get some cash there. I figured
on leaving a trail in down to Halifax, then halfway back up, to one of the smaller towns. I
then decided I was going to drive at night down to a town called Digby and take a boat
called a ferry back over to New Brunswick. It sounded like a good plan, but I would need
lots of cash, I doubted that the ferry would be free. Every day for the next week, I
stopped in a different city. We spent the day in a hotel, checking the sights, and teaching
Nicolai English. Once we got out of the French part of New Brunswick, I decided to
change the children's names. So Nicolai wouldn't be confused, I gave him the name
Nicolas and Patric the name Patrick. Every place I had been in, I had been changing my
name, between Max and Kori, I even used Cindy once. I also changed last names,
DeSmit to match my passport, to Cale in memory of Logan. I seldom used the name
Guevera, but when I had to, I did. While checking out the sights of each city, I also cased
the places. At night, I left the children in either the car or a hotel sleeping, and went out to
get some money. I always made sure I was back at about 2:30, because Patrick usually
woke up around three. One day during that week, it snowed, so the town we were in I
shoveled a few driveways for some cash. For the entire week, we ate lightly and tried to
stay cheaply, finally, we were in Halifax. We stayed there for two days, it was a beautiful
city, and I didn't hit any houses. I rested and worked on Nicolas' English as much as I
could. I didn't want him to give us away when we finally settled down, which I was
planning on doing once we got back to New Brunswick. After spending two days in
Halifax, I went ahead with my plan. We went back up through Nova Scotia towards New
Brunswick, hitting different towns and cities. Three days after leaving Halifax, I stopped.
I put the kids to bed that night in the car, and drove. It didn't take me as long as I thought
it would to get to Digby, but then again, it helped me to just disappear. I had to wait for
morning to take the ferry, so I found a small store, cracked the code, got some supplies
but no cash, re coded the door and went back to the car. I woke Nicolas about half an
hour before we were supposed to go on the ferry, I got him dressed, fed him and talked
while we waited. He loved being on the ferry, while Patrick slept in my arms, Nicolas ran
around the observation room with another child his age. There weren't many people on
the ferry because it was so early, so they didn't bother anyone. When we docked, we
were in a city called Saint John.
~~
you could easily do in Canada, I got in the car and drove, as far and as fast as I could go
without getting stopped for speeding. Before I knew it, the sun was coming up and Patric
was crying, I had forgotten that the children were sleeping in the backseat. I pulled over,
changed Patric, then fed them both. I dug out my map book and checked to see where I
was, according to it, I was about two hours from the Quebec/New Brunswick border. But
now, someone may be after me again. I decided to cut across the top of New Brunswick,
to Nova Scotia. Halifax looked like a good city, and I could get some cash there. I figured
on leaving a trail in down to Halifax, then halfway back up, to one of the smaller towns. I
then decided I was going to drive at night down to a town called Digby and take a boat
called a ferry back over to New Brunswick. It sounded like a good plan, but I would need
lots of cash, I doubted that the ferry would be free. Every day for the next week, I
stopped in a different city. We spent the day in a hotel, checking the sights, and teaching
Nicolai English. Once we got out of the French part of New Brunswick, I decided to
change the children's names. So Nicolai wouldn't be confused, I gave him the name
Nicolas and Patric the name Patrick. Every place I had been in, I had been changing my
name, between Max and Kori, I even used Cindy once. I also changed last names,
DeSmit to match my passport, to Cale in memory of Logan. I seldom used the name
Guevera, but when I had to, I did. While checking out the sights of each city, I also cased
the places. At night, I left the children in either the car or a hotel sleeping, and went out to
get some money. I always made sure I was back at about 2:30, because Patrick usually
woke up around three. One day during that week, it snowed, so the town we were in I
shoveled a few driveways for some cash. For the entire week, we ate lightly and tried to
stay cheaply, finally, we were in Halifax. We stayed there for two days, it was a beautiful
city, and I didn't hit any houses. I rested and worked on Nicolas' English as much as I
could. I didn't want him to give us away when we finally settled down, which I was
planning on doing once we got back to New Brunswick. After spending two days in
Halifax, I went ahead with my plan. We went back up through Nova Scotia towards New
Brunswick, hitting different towns and cities. Three days after leaving Halifax, I stopped.
I put the kids to bed that night in the car, and drove. It didn't take me as long as I thought
it would to get to Digby, but then again, it helped me to just disappear. I had to wait for
morning to take the ferry, so I found a small store, cracked the code, got some supplies
but no cash, re coded the door and went back to the car. I woke Nicolas about half an
hour before we were supposed to go on the ferry, I got him dressed, fed him and talked
while we waited. He loved being on the ferry, while Patrick slept in my arms, Nicolas ran
around the observation room with another child his age. There weren't many people on
the ferry because it was so early, so they didn't bother anyone. When we docked, we
were in a city called Saint John.
~~