Heyho big monsters, passing by to write some thoughts about this day one year ago.
As I happly sit here thinking about this post I'm not sure where the words will lead me, nor do I know if it'll be a proper travel post, like I'm usually more prone to write. In fact, I intend to use this as an exercise and a motive to go back into writing the continuation of an adventure that I so abruptly once stopped talking about. The winter bicycle tour across Europe.
It's also funny to realise how fast a year goes by, no reason to be scared though. It was not a wasted year, but rather an incredibly challenging and full of emotions one. It all started around this date, on November 5th, 2018, pre SteemFest 3 in Krakow (Poland).
On this day last year I was arriving to the unknown, excited for the SteemFest 3, which I didn't have a ticket for, and apprehensive for what would follow. I had a backpack full of essential items, including full camping gear, pans, stove, sleeping bag and some tools; on a box was my completely dismantled bicycle; no return ticket back home; no hefty wallet backing me up; no idea that the European winter would be so damn cold. But I didn't care much.
Arrival in Frankfurt, before meeting my friend @guchtere and head to Krakow, couldn't be more dramatic. Tons of questions from the immigration control to justify my reasons to enter Europe with 300 Euros and no return ticket; luckly I made my way.
To Krakow we go!
Check my posts about Krakow down below:
A few days later, with the event ending, and with all the friends going back to their homes, I was solo. With a 39ºC fever I jumped on my bicycle and started cycling without any particular place to go, the world was my home. Was I afraid? No. I would be afraid now, thinking of a supposed lost year, if I had not accepted the challenge.
Well... the rest is history, you have probably read parts of it throughout my blog timeline, or will read the final parts of it as I regain confidence to write about it. I cycled under the rain and snow, through muddy forests and farm fields. I camped under bridges and slept inside a toilet. I went over the Julian alps and along the plains of the Pó river. I camped on freezing temperatures and enjoyed the sunny days in Italy. I run outta money and ended up completely broke. However, somehow, I found my way back home after 9 months. There's a lot to talk about, and I promise I will, if that interests you of course.
I'll conclude this post with a series of knowledges I aquired from that experience:
- Everything is possible when you really commit to do it.
- Listen to those against your dreams with caution and evaluate if there's in fact a risk or if they are only trying to transfer their own weak fears to you.
- Don't be afraid to fail, and if you do, go back home and start over.
- The world is a better place than what media prints.
- Don't be afraid to live the present fearing uncertain consequences in the future; generally the consequences are as amazing as what you decide to do now. (Unless you decide to rob a bank or similar).
- Money can always be generated somehow, travel with what you have and figure out on the way (keep a reserve to go back home, just in case).
- Talk to people! Talk to everyone! Make friends! You are never alone.
I hope that this clumsy writting piece inspires you somehow and I deeply wish that you are able to break that fear wall separating you from your dreams.
Don't forget to stay tunned to this blog, as I plan to continue my travel writtings about the winter adventure and also the big Patagonian adventure.
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~Love ya all
Disclaimer: The author of this post is a convict broke backpacker, who has travelled more than 10.000 km hitchhiking and more than 3.000 km cycling. Following him may cause severe problems of wanderlust and inquietud. You've been warned.