The magical jewellery

Day 61 – 4778 km

It is often said that the day starts de night before. In this case it couldn’t be closer to the truth. It was a terrible night, the rain kept drumming on my tent the whole time and the wind was severely pushing and ripping on the outside of my tiny shelter. As the sun doesn’t leave, the continuous daylight wouldn’t help my sleeping rythme either.


The Adventure reaches my bones

The middle of Sweden

More then one month under way, the reality starts shifting to this kind of life. 10 days living only outdoors with temperatures at night around freezing and during the day around 5°C. I had prepared well enough, so I didn’t feel cold. But the constant wind on a bicycle started wearing me down. I was more and more hungry. My power seemed do degrade and my mood saw some dips.


Straffe mannen die vreemden.

Thuis, in een klein dorpje ergens aan de Vlaamse kust, je moet al moeite doen om een kaart te vinden waar het op staat, zijn meer vreemden dan gekenden. Als je na 2300 km fietsen en doorkruisen van 4 landen, nog verwacht gekenden tegen te komen, dan zal er een hele zak geluk voor nodig zijn.