Current location: Skagway, AK
Bitch defined: A person who is completely subservient to another.
“she will always be his bitch”
Also known as my absolute least favourite term in the English language.
Hostels offer a great option for travellers to collect and develop a certain intamacy to eachother. We bond over our experiences, our lacking money, the layers of sweat caked to our skin, and the smell of adventures that are still fresh on our bodies.
I’ve spent a lot of time with Jack*, who has been staying at the same hostel as I. We sealed our friendship over our only common characteristic: we both ride motorbikes. We’ve spent the evenings together walking out of town and collecting rocks to make inukshuks along the roads. I was so excited when he offered to take me on the back of his motorbike- it would be my second backseat ride! Finally- I could see parts of the Northwest on two wheels!
He carelessly sped down the highway hideously above the speed limit. He rode with his five ‘buddies’, one of whom had his young daughter sitting in what they all kept calling the ‘bitch seat’. This is the motorcycle culture I’ve tried so hard to avoid.
Jack and his friends were disgustingly derogatory. How can you repetitively call women bitches when there’s a woman right behind you, and someones young daughter is sitting in the shadow of her father (a father who also happens to be joking around about ‘bitches that love to wrap their legs around [him]’). How dare you speak about my body and try to touch me the way you did, even when I told you not to. How did such a seemingly fun person completely transform?
Jack parted from his friends and brought me to a dingy cabin on some remote road. I kept lying and saying that I felt tired, that I was coming down with something. I was ready to run into the woods and bushwhack my way back to Ontario.
Anyways, I made it back to the hostel here with all of my limbs intact. While I’m out during the day, I return to the hostel in the evenings and immediately dive into my bunk so Jack thinks I’m sleeping. I go out of my way to avoid him. I can’t wait until I can return to my tent and spend the evenings in the woods.
Thank you for teaching me how to ride the right way. Thank you for never introducing me to typical ‘biker culture’. And thank you for showing me that I’m better than that!
*Name changed for privacy reasons.
Photo update soon, I promise.