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500g Pasta for two isn’t too much.
I spend the first part of the day eating with little cycling breaks in between. Until I reach the town I headed towards some 30km away. Sitting next to the river I just had a swim in, I devour a huge portion of pasta. By that time I had already eaten as much as you…
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A big mess and a crazy plan.
I am sitting in the middle of a big mess. Is it ever going to change? And do I want it to? Since a few days I am watching that last orange Flower, surrounded by leaves turning yellow and golden, covered in mist each morning and light up by sunshine in the late afternoon. There…
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Climbing up this mountain – 2’429m by bike.
“How crazy is it to be here?” I think, a bit overwhelmed by the project in front of me, but mainly very excited about it. Excited because meanwhile this mountain looks scary and invincable now, I know by the end of the day I will be up there, no matter what. In that instant I…
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Where should I sleep tonight?
Just cycled up 1500meters, because I didn’t have a better idea what to do with this day. Now I am unable to move any further. I sit in a little shed full of fire wood which doesn’t protect me from the wind, at least I have a roof over my head. Where should I sleep…
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Cycling through the Alps by myself.
Morning view on a banana tree and a huge mountain in the background. Sleeping above the cows eating their cheese for dinner. Endless conversations over fresh bread until 1pm. Passing the only road just before they closed it for the day. Another view that makes me laugh out loud or almost cry because it’s that…
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How hard can it be?
“Are you sure you want to go up there with the bike?” asks the first person coming down the mountain. And the second, and the next one too. “How do they mean: ‘if I am sure’?” I wonder. As I am in the middle of a mountain path, pushing my heavily loaded bike up over…
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Every Adventure starts out as chaos.
At 5 am I wake up somewhere between a dream and my alarm clock. Still confused and not sure if I am more awake or still in the world of sleep. My bed is the most comfortable thing I can imagine. Why would anyone decide to leave such a beautiful thing behind, to exchange it…
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Climbing a mountain before breakfast…
…and swimming in a lake for lunch. Tired and cold I get up. Everything hurts, I slept like a bird on a pole, woke up many times during the whole night, feeling like I would fall from the bench which was my bed. It did rain and there where some crazy winds blowing over the…
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The first time.
Late mornings I leave, it is a beautiful day, after a week of rain. Not knowing yet, that this would be an other historic day on my way I pedal into the sunny hills. I had been tempted to lurk around another day or two, but finally made up my mind, that there was no…
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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
kesityu. 