[...] A few days before, a chance meeting with an English cyclist in Reykjavík planted a seed for cycle touring in my head. When serendipity brought us together again, the urge to wander started tapping against my chest and wouldn’t leave me alone.Before Iceland, I worked at a corporate job and lived with my long-term partner. When I came back, my job disappeared and my relationship ended. For the first time in my life, I had the magical combination of time, money, health, and freedom. It was time to scratch an old itch and go nomad. [...]
We are going where no cars can follow us.
My bike wants to be ridden, not pushed. If I roll my bike long enough, inevitably, the heavy pedals bash into my ankles and add to the collection of scrapes and bruises.
Leading a heavily loaded bike down feels harder than pushing it up
Cars, forgive us for being unkind. We love you and miss you.
The heavy rain pounding against the roof of my tent sounds like a shower. I can stay warm and sticky in my sleeping bag or I can stand under the sky with a bar of soap. Why not? I slip out of my tent. The wet and cold and force of my shivering shocks me awake. Five minutes later, I am just a little cleaner, but smiling from ear to ear.
Oslo, Stockholm, Helsinki and then back down the Baltic
w Krakowie raczej będzie na pewno napiszę o tym na forum.... pewnie koło listopada się pojawi.
Swoją drogą trochę dziwną porę wybrała do jazdy... lada dzień u nas będzie -20 stopni, nie wspominając już o wschodzie na który pewnie się udaje.