After a quite long time the old bike gang ‘fart cyclists’ who used to roam around the country, managed to gather up again and leave for another epic bike journey.
Unfortunately, this time some of us were insufficiently trained, some others injured or sick with the flu, so the trip ends up being the shortest (in regards to mileage coverage) in the team’s history. Actually, it was so short that in 4 days we covered less distance by bike than we usually cover in one day. We had lots of huge breaks, few hours on the saddle a day, a lot of food and too much farting to our own good (we found our old good selves). The route (to my surprise) was really beautiful and we had so much fun cycling it. It also made me realize that bike trips (and maybe trips in general) in humble and not hyped areas are usually more entertaining, more surprising, more interesting and more beautiful. A humble bike route in its own simplicity offers something that glamorous routes can’t offer, authenticity. Like people and their personalities, the places that many people visit and like usually become fake and their own identity die off with time to be replaced with something that sells more. And that is something that we, the bike enthusiasts, never appreciate.