Rest day in Skopje, Macedonia! Once again right in time, last days have been one hell of a great, great journey. I felt relentless, free-spirited, undefeatable by whatever ascent, rising temperature or any other circumstances along the way. I am born to ride, though it's not the search for the extremes that drives me, I don't measure my feats to the achievements of others. I keep going solely driven by the great urge for discovery and the search for mental balance, emotional harmony and physical comfort. I find all this by just riding my bike. Why I ride... I figured it all out for myself already a long time, I guess I even have written more properly about it on multiple occasions, like here, and here!
Though surprisingly or not after all of the above, yesterday morning I got the blues, even feeling a little down. It was chilly and drizzly, i was having breakfast all alone in a restaurant near Mavrovo Lake in a godforsaken Macedonian national park, no more summer's exuberance, no more promised land. Been there, done that: I had expected this moment, it's almost self-fullfilling prophecy. After some chatting on the phone - life goes on back home - I felt already way more cheerful. I took my bike, and - all as planned - got off for the shortest ride of the road to Odessa. 101 kilometer further, 1000 meters down and four hours later, I arrived in Skopje. The sun was out again, i could only feel great satisfaction. The prospect of having a rest day here, soothed me very much. Long before this moment, I knew I'd need it. It's sometimes a thin line between rising above oneself and knowing when you need to slow down.
I took it slow and easy in Skopje. Exactly like in Sarajevo, I felt getting stronger again hour by hour, by 4 pm I missed the road already. I gotta go! I have Bucharest on my mind, and everything what is in between. Four more days and I'll be back on Union Square!
Where are you going tomorrow?
Though surprisingly or not after all of the above, yesterday morning I got the blues, even feeling a little down. It was chilly and drizzly, i was having breakfast all alone in a restaurant near Mavrovo Lake in a godforsaken Macedonian national park, no more summer's exuberance, no more promised land. Been there, done that: I had expected this moment, it's almost self-fullfilling prophecy. After some chatting on the phone - life goes on back home - I felt already way more cheerful. I took my bike, and - all as planned - got off for the shortest ride of the road to Odessa. 101 kilometer further, 1000 meters down and four hours later, I arrived in Skopje. The sun was out again, i could only feel great satisfaction. The prospect of having a rest day here, soothed me very much. Long before this moment, I knew I'd need it. It's sometimes a thin line between rising above oneself and knowing when you need to slow down.
I took it slow and easy in Skopje. Exactly like in Sarajevo, I felt getting stronger again hour by hour, by 4 pm I missed the road already. I gotta go! I have Bucharest on my mind, and everything what is in between. Four more days and I'll be back on Union Square!
Where are you going tomorrow?