Trip Start Mar 04, 2008
37Trip End Oct 07, 2008
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But since Paris, I have fallen in love with France. I think Paris started it all for me, and I have had nothing but beautiful countryside to ride through since. Maybe it's my mood, maybe it's my luck with the roads I've been taking; it has all been amazing. Some farm land, some woody forest, some pastures, some walnut trees, some vineyards, some slowwww uphills, some quick downhills, and in between lots of pretty little villages.
I don't have much to say, I've just been riding. Some people ask why I don't stay in one place, why I keep moving on; and it's because the experience, the adventure, the travel, happens on the road. The towns are great for their conveniences and their attractions, but it's on the road where you get the feeling that you're really seeing a country. It's when you yell at the wind or feel your sweat drop from your face on your legs, when you smile to see the sun come out after the rain, that you feel like you're really experiencing the day.
However, the most frequent question I am being asked these days is: "How did you get across the Atlantic on your bike?"
Some it's obvious they are joking, but some seem really perplexed! I would politely explain at first, but now I just tell them that I'm not just a strong cyclist, I'm also a good swimmer!
This is it for France ladies and gentlemen,
Until later... au revoir.