"To awaken alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world." —Freya Stark
Today was a great day for biking. It was neither
hot, nor cold, neither rain, nor wind – the weather conditions were just ideal.
It was supposed to rain, but luckily I have managed to run away from the
one that was menacingly forming on my way in the sky. Today I got up
rather late, probably due to the overall fatigue (I thought that I can
adjust my lifestyle to 6-7 h of sleep and 100+ kilometers per day, but it is
quite impossible in a long "ride"). The road was this time fine,
sometimes little difficult, but generally this time was the off road pretty
fine. As usually, I rode the whole day along a river, this time
the Canal de Bourgogne There are several small houses scattered on the way
placed with remarkable precision in the distance of 1 km. Their main purpose is
probably to supervise the canal and to let boats pass, for which they use a
very interesting mechanism. Sometimes the owners also run a small
restaurant, or a bar, but mostly they are inhabited by villagers and look
very modest. It is a picturesque atmosphere here, but I must say that
after nearly 4 days seeing still the same I am oversaturated of this
scenery and would probably go crazy without any other amusement on the road.
Therefore, I sank my mind once again extensively into my philosophy and
French audiobooks. So I basically bike and my mind wanders with Descartes
and French courses.
Yesterday I built my tent somewhere in bunches
near a small town and tonight I have decided to enjoy the luxury of
staying in a well-cared park in one French village. Now, I am
drinking Bordeux, enjoying my break, and writing these lines.
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