I had planned to write down some thoughts and reflections of my journey, but it didn’t seem to happen. A combination of the lack of time, motivation, or electrons in my devices. Many books are written with the end in mind and work backwards from there. So I guess this should be okay as well.

So, where should I start? The beginning of this trip, or somewhere between the last one and now? Or even further back?

I wouldn’t have called myself a cyclist back in 2014. Sure, I owned a bike. I’ve had one for most of my life, ever since I learned to ride as a kid. more...