Holy fucking shit has life been amazing lately. The last week... two weeks? have felt like years... sleeping in the mountains, under the stars, 8-12 hours on the bike every day, drinking from springs and wells and eating a shit ton of ice cream from little dimly lit, disrepaired shops in villages in the middle of nowhere. I can't even write about it properly, it's so raw and full and unlike any other means of existence I can think of.
Three countries in two weeks (yes - it has been
two), and four more to go in the following two. The mind boggles; I
can't put it into linear letters following words following sentences.
My legs are nearly recovered from a
mad dash up a mountain taken a few days ago. I tried to jog down, but it
proved too steep and too long and my legs gave up. Cycling was
possible, but walking was not, and even today I still need to support
myself when standing up or navigating steps. Somehow, this added to the
whole experience. There was nothing else I could do but ride, so that's
what I did.
Definitely not in the mood to write much
more at the moment. The sun has done its worst for the day, and I'd like
to get to the Hungarian border before too late. I will write more about
this leg of my bicycle travels later, when I've had the opportunity to
process a little.