I have battled the head wind of the Atacama desert in Chile.
I lost count of the kilometers, all I know is that it was the longest desert I have ever peddled through.
I had the most lonely, silent, star infested camps.
I had my very own territories, and so did others.
I met with my dad!
And with another Belgique. A mom and dad of a beautiful big hair daughter. They washed all my laundry and made a cake for my 45th birthday.
Now and then I try to patch tires, that is, if I have glue…
Sure thing is I haven’t got internet very much!