Ever wondered how it feels to be on a bike trip?
Well, it’s like this.
You sit by the road, while cars pass you by at break neck speed, eating some random snack you found at the only gas station that was open. You are covered in dust, sand and dirt, and bugs that have suffocated in your sunscreen lotion.
You don’t know where you will sleep the next night or when you will get there.
You pray for good asphalt, but you know the upcoming 50 miles vill be the same terrible thing with inch longs cracks in it every ten feet.
You know you should drink more, but the hot water in the bottle tastes even worse than it did an hour ago. If that is possible.
Your butt hurts.
And you wish there was some way to get the laundry done, but at the same time you know that is not going to happen in a town with 251 persons living there. Or even in the upcoming days. No point in trying to kid yourself.
You worry all the time whether or not you will be able to make it to your destination, doing pointless calculations in your head dividing distances with overly optimistic approximations of your average speed.
You know that you brought this upon yourself. There is no one else to blame.
Still in your mind you are already planning your next journey. Because in your heart, you know you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
That is about how it feels.