The long way home... From Malmo, it took an 11 hour ferry crossing, 5 awfully long nightly hours of waiting in Lubeck Hauptbahnhof, 10 hours of train and 40 km of cycling in between (Travemunde to Lubeck and Aachen to Eupen). It's my self-imposed hardship of long distance travelling which I like though in the end!
To finish the story about the Road to Sweden (see road-as-tracked here) just this apparently insignificant narrative yet one that seems to sum up perfectly what can affect me deeply when cycling the world - or at least this continent. Maybe you get what I am talking about, maybe not, no idea about that.
It was the evening I rode into Denmark - unknown land. Twilight was coming already and temperature went down rapidly as it's already September. Lights were lit in villages and at farmsteads. Smoke was coming out of some of the houses' fireplaces. A split second, when riding by, in one of the houses I saw a woman standing in the kitchen - seemingly preparing the dinner. It might have been a man, but that's not the point. There lies a whole world hidden in this split second sight. It might be just somebody in her own small world, living her life, decently and humble. But we all are that somebody. I was in the cold outside, not having any further clue about this person, yet I felt a great sense of connection and sympathy. I felt happy for her, and for myself!
It was a magic moment, magic in its ordinariness!
That's it for now, I'll keep quiet for a while but new plans are coming up (and so is the Road to Kiev)!
To finish the story about the Road to Sweden (see road-as-tracked here) just this apparently insignificant narrative yet one that seems to sum up perfectly what can affect me deeply when cycling the world - or at least this continent. Maybe you get what I am talking about, maybe not, no idea about that.
It was the evening I rode into Denmark - unknown land. Twilight was coming already and temperature went down rapidly as it's already September. Lights were lit in villages and at farmsteads. Smoke was coming out of some of the houses' fireplaces. A split second, when riding by, in one of the houses I saw a woman standing in the kitchen - seemingly preparing the dinner. It might have been a man, but that's not the point. There lies a whole world hidden in this split second sight. It might be just somebody in her own small world, living her life, decently and humble. But we all are that somebody. I was in the cold outside, not having any further clue about this person, yet I felt a great sense of connection and sympathy. I felt happy for her, and for myself!
It was a magic moment, magic in its ordinariness!
That's it for now, I'll keep quiet for a while but new plans are coming up (and so is the Road to Kiev)!