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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…
kesityu. 