Today I thought i’d take an easy 80k ride. Life isn’t that simple. It started out okay, and I even stopped to have some tea. It turned out there was a bike race on and so I, unwittingly, was an unknowingly participant.
With the westerly winds I thought I could fly for ever. But the paths changed to deep gravel and my progress slowed quicker than possible. so I resorted to the Roads and eventually make it to Komarmo in Slovakia.
All along this long journey I’ve had the question of myself “Why am I doing this?”
I really do not know. But in both a synagogue and a church I cried.
