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Overcoming Fear and Discomfort
In the morning I wake up in a thick soup of fog. My sleeping bag is drenched wet and I can not see further than I reach with my arm. I had slept alright, actually really good considering that I had been sleeping on the roots of a tree. Thanks to myself being too lazy…
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Changing perspectives: Is everything just Mindset?
My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50 in one day. I just want to be back in my own bed. I…
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How would you describe freedom to someone who doesn’t know?
My body is tired my mind wide awake. I push my bike out of the trees on to the top of the hill. Bright light and a sea of fog beneath me, the sun didn’t rise yet. I lean my bike against the bench I had spend yesterday-afternoon on and brush my hair to braid…
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Chasing the Sun: A Journey Up the Mountains
In the myst of a late morning I leave Eva’s Home. The fire had been already burning in the stove when I got down into her kitchen, the smell of coffee unfolding in the air. Our conversations are still echoing in my head as I push my bike back up the steep hill into the…
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You can get yourself out of anything, you got yourself into.
The author reflects on childhood lessons about self-reliance while navigating a challenging November bike ride. After struggles and exhaustion, help arrives unexpectedly, underscoring resilience.
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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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