The Turning Point 71°10′21″
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Only 30 kilometers left to ride. It was the 13th of July 2013. The ride was steep and skies were grey but I didn’t feel anything except a…
Only 30 kilometers left to ride. It was the 13th of July 2013. The ride was steep and skies were grey but I didn’t feel anything except a…
Quite suddenly, there weren’t anymore trees. I had passed through a sliver of Finland and was now in the northern most part of Norway. Wide open spaces, rocks,…
By the beginning of July (2013), I had forgotten the early days of the trip. The doubts, the melancholy of leaving Berlin, the breakup with Claire – all…
I cycled passed through the very cute port city of Umeå, past the “painted farmhouses”, and visited the church village at Gammelstad. The older generations in Gammelstad were quite the clever folk. The…
By mid-June (2013) I had made it to Falun, the Great Copper Mountain, where I took a few days off and checked into a hotel. One of the…
Sweden’s 2013 summer was long and cool. The roads smooth and traffic light. I rode grateful for the sunshine. Only once or twice did it rain on me during…
About one week into the trip and, now, already tired, I looked hard at the map. I unfolded that big map and took a long, careful stare. I…
I guess all of us have singular moments in our lives which take on a greater significance in our minds. Turning points. Milestones. My life changed at 71°10′21″….
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs…
If vacation means letting things go, then Thailand was a total success. I met a couple of traveling punks from Taiwan, who convinced me to let them shave…