2011
02
gru
The rain has come
Hiszpania, Valencia
Przejechano 20335 km
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When I only reached the town and decided to have a seat in a park to eat something, small drops of rain decided to spoil this perfect lunch break, accumulating with time, forcing me to find a shelter under a tiny roof of a gate. Cars were passing, splashing the roadside with the dirty rainwater and passers-by were giving me a contemptuous look while I was eating my miserable-looking sandwiches in a hurry. My hands were cold, my feet were wet and cold too. Knowing it is just the beginning, I was somehow trying to think about something else.
Now I was in Europe. It was me, who looked miserable. It was me, whom people confused with human garbage, but there was a light at the end of that tunnel - my home! I was tired, hungry and stinky, but I didn’t care! I was going home! The rain didn't stop. In Valencia, there were highways and not many roadsides for bicycles, so I was cycling in the rain on 2-3-line highway along with lorries and so on. Fuck, it was hellish! Later at night I found a farm with outbuildings; one of them had a shed, so I set the fire and had a dry night. 
When I only reached the town and decided to have a seat in a park to eat something, small drops of rain decided to spoil this perfect lunch break, accumulating with time, forcing me to find a shelter under a tiny roof of a gate. Cars were passing, splashing the roadside with the dirty rainwater and passers-by were giving me a contemptuous look while I was eating my miserable-looking sandwiches in a hurry. My hands were cold, my feet were wet and cold too. Knowing it is just the beginning, I was somehow trying to think about something else.
Now I was in Europe. It was me, who looked miserable. It was me, whom people confused with human garbage, but there was a light at the end of that tunnel - my home! I was tired, hungry and stinky, but I didn’t care! I was going home! The rain didn't stop. In Valencia, there were highways and not many roadsides for bicycles, so I was cycling in the rain on 2-3-line highway along with lorries and so on. Fuck, it was hellish! Later at night I found a farm with outbuildings; one of them had a shed, so I set the fire and had a dry night.
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Vovo - 2011-12-04 15:50Witaj! Trochę mnie zaskoczyłeś tym powrotem:-)
Zapraszam na przerywnik do Vovogrodu – Szkocja. Nie słyszałem żeby ktoś przebył Kanał Angielski (La Manche) rowerem, ale Tobie może się to udać! Powodzenia!
Hi! I’m slightly surprised with your come back:-)
You are welcome to Vovogrod – Scotland for a break. I haven’t heard anybody to go through English Channel on bike, but you can do it! Good luck!
PS. Na moim Kilimandżaro (pamiętasz?) śnieg!
Zapraszam na przerywnik do Vovogrodu – Szkocja. Nie słyszałem żeby ktoś przebył Kanał Angielski (La Manche) rowerem, ale Tobie może się to udać! Powodzenia!
Hi! I’m slightly surprised with your come back:-)
You are welcome to Vovogrod – Scotland for a break. I haven’t heard anybody to go through English Channel on bike, but you can do it! Good luck!
PS. Na moim Kilimandżaro (pamiętasz?) śnieg!
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