Day 2. Km 686. 11 hours riding.
This is a lazy biker’s helmet. I don’t mean the dead bugs on it, but how few of them are – and I didn’t even clean it all day.
This is a lazy biker’s helmet. I don’t mean the dead bugs on it, but how few of them are – and I didn’t even clean it all day.
In Vienna we woke up late, made crepes (mostly Liviu), chit chatted (mostly with Adi), edited films (mostly me). While there I also noticed that packing and fitting the luggage on the bike can take several hours- and this time it looked like all my belongings couldn’t even fit in the luggage, as if they had grown overnight. Or maybe their hearts grew… Maybe they’re alive now…
When, 37 red lights later, we finally left Vienna, there were only a few hours of daylight left, so we roamed along the Danube, in the Nibelung land. We’d see the phantom of a castle on some hilltop and we’d try to reach it on narrow and twisted roads that seemed to lead the right way. Well, most of the times they didn’t. If finally we’d make it to the bottom of the castle, surprise: just a big house. Didn’t matter, we’d turn around and chase the next phantom castle.
This primary form of freedom, in which you are sufficient to yourself, you have everything you need with you, take whichever direction you want and stop wherever you want, well, this freedom may be rudimentary, superficial, un-sophisticated, but man, it’s really sweet! At least on its first days...
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