Cycling Home

“Home” is a funny/complex word. But I’m pretty sure that’s where I am. There is a big shift in the flow of life, I’ll write a little on that.

Not many updates lately. I guess I’ve been absorbed in the trip. But, I’m nearly back! About 9 miles to go. Just stopped for a celebration beer. Lots to say, I’ll ramble a bit here…

Maybe you were wondering how I was clothes as I travel. No? Well, here’s how anyway.

I left the Mosel (or La Moselle as they call it here) a couple of days ago, which also represents leaving my “holiday” time. A few reflections.

My secret pleasure is singing when I'm alone in nice resonant tunnels. I recorded myself this time and in the spirit of sharing my inner self will put it here!…

I feel I got a bit stuck in a certain mode of travelling, and I wanted to try what it’s like to have a “holiday” as opposed to “travelling”. Let’s see how this goes…

Here is an approximate map of my route, I don’t always obey the lines, but it gives a rough idea.

I promised a few people that I wouldn’t just blog about the smug happy part of my trip, so here’s a post about my current feeling of emptiness.

I have not been rescuing much food from bins lately, but had my a joyous reacquaintance with the practise yesterday.

I spent 5 nights camping in the forest that is part of a community place known to me as “Harzgerode”, although that is actually the name of the nearby town.

Here’s a few reflections from that time. And some nice photos 🙂