When you kick off your shoes and put on some pedals, you will find that anything is in fact possible!
You may have an old rickety bike.
You too can find your windmill!
⇩⇩⇩ Here's my journey ⇩⇩⇩
|I started my last cycle tour without a bicycle.|
I started walking, and I let it find me on the way.
|Can you spot the subtle differences between the other cycle tourists I met along the way and my set up?|
|A Lekeberg lake, Sweden|
|A fragrant field of manure, Sweden|
|A friendly farm. Germany|
|A forest lake, Sweden|
|In a field of flowers, Sweden|
|Living it up on a pile of hay, Northern Germany|
|In a field of wind turbines, Germany|
|On some vacant lawn of a wealthy upper-class suburb, Sweden|
|These legends at iRecycle (Stockholm) gave me laughs, kitted me out with a bicycle, and coated me with hope for the adventure that lay ahead.|
|My first flat tyre led me to meet my new Iranian friend and a BBQ and a trance party and pizza.|
|There will be other adventurers of the road too!|
|And you never know when it might be a friendly refugee or an elderly person [or both] that will take you in for fika (Swedish tea time)|
|You might run into old friends along the way|
|Or you may be accosted on the side of the highway and be forced to party and laugh and sing with strangers.|
|A friendly stranger may see you struggling and simply pick up your 50+ kg bicycle and carry it up the stairs for you.|
|I begged for a small portion.|
The regular servings could feed a family for a month.
|My life going up in flames [literally]|