As my life settles in a boring routine full of cars, sound and fury, I decided to go adventuring. It gets me that I woke up seven time a week without any avidity to ride my bike, in the cold smog of Paris. There is just nothing to write home about!
In the following days — leaving on January 3th — I will ride my bike from Avignon to Barcelona, with a small detour. For the party I recruited a good friend of mine who is nothing but a full jackass.
Roads are nice especially in the Costa Brava, and quiet at the moment. We will sleep in bothies, churches, friends places, or anything nice and warm because I'm a fucking broke youngster. I'm bringing with me my flask of brandy wine, I declare !
This is really fun because I'm disappointed by my poor English. I feel like everything struggles to break free of French habits.
It does feel even more frustrating that I've once felt at ease with English...
Hello folks.
As my life settles in a boring routine full of cars, sound and fury, I decided to go adventuring. It gets me that I woke up seven time a week without any avidity to ride my bike, in the cold smog of Paris. There is just nothing to write home about!
In the following days — leaving on January 3th — I will ride my bike from Avignon to Barcelona, with a small detour. For the party I recruited a good friend of mine who is nothing but a full jackass.
Roads are nice especially in the Costa Brava, and quiet at the moment. We will sleep in bothies, churches, friends places, or anything nice and warm because I'm a fucking broke youngster. I'm bringing with me my flask of brandy wine, I declare !
I'll ride my fixed roadie that appeared previously on this thread.
Honest to God, it shall be good fun !
Map: https://www.strava.com/routes/11471871