Two years ago, I wandered through my new little garden, listening to travel audiobooks and dreaming of long-distance cycling. At the end of that summer, I met someone who was actually doing it. Alone.
I didn’t want to do it alone…
“But you’re never alone when you cycle,” he said. “You meet so many people along the way.”
But that’s not me… I don’t meet people. I’m not exactly shy, but I am awkward…
So I put it off. Didn’t have the right bike… didn’t have the gear… didn’t dare.
I’ve run out of excuses. I have the gear. I have the bike.
In nine days, I’ll start cycling to Berlin – riding every part of the way, except across the water.
I’ll probably take the train parts of the way back. But there… there, I’ll ride.
And then I’ll take a picture of the bike with the Brandenburg Gate in the background. I’ll have won. I can do this…
I have to dare – just for me!
Just did a quick round of slug-picking, watering, and shuffling pots… not much else today…