What I could never have imagined – ride in the middle
When I slowly climb a steep hill, while the sun burns my neck and shoulders, I curse my load. Downhill, following the tail of Joeri’s whirlwind, I fall head over heels. After 8 hours on my steel, rubbing my sore muscles, I hate my bicycle. It’s my safest haven and my worst enemy. It’s what I always wanted and never could imagine.
In my front panniers, there’s my bathroom and office. In the back, I have a wardrobe, kitchen and my bed. It’s everything I have.