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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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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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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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How far are you going to cycle today?
After long conversations, a short and rainless night of sleep on the floor of the town halls cyclist sanctuary, we sit around the breakfast table and ultimately have to ask each other the question. “How far are you going to cycle today?” Arriving out of all directions at different speed and with different stories before…
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Am I the only one doing this?
After I had pushed myself to my limits yesterday only to get saved by the bakery woman and her friend. Today, I decided was going to be a good day. Leaving town with a sandwich and some cookies, I was looking forward to my coffee after a gentle 15km through the sleepy mornings. Green and…
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Violent storms and kind strangers.
The sixth day of bikepacking in France by myself. The chirping of the first birds on the morning wakes me up. Through the windows of the barn that was my shelter for the night I see the sky, still dark, a few clouds. As more and more birds enter the morning symphony, I pack up…
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Leaving town by bike.
The first day of another cycling adventure. Who would have thought? As I am pedalling through a fresh overcast Thursday morning in May, my thoughts are passing by, like all these buildings that used to weigh heavy on my sense of freedom. Now I am passing them, on my way out of town. Left, right,…
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1 week and 1 day.
1 week and 1 day, sometimes thats all it takes for a crazy idea to become tangible reality. As I cycle around my favourite little hill side lake, it comes up again. That feeling, free and wide the world in front of me, cycling feels more like flying. “Why can’t I keep pedalling like that…
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Me and my bike, again.
New bike, different me, the same country as many times before. I managed around two weeks on my old rusty city bike. The bike I used since always in this town, mainly to ride to school with or drunk through town at 3 in the morning. I always loved my bike, but never managed to…
kesityu. 