Rife anticipation of departure is fleeting,
A feast of unknown treats laid for eating;
To sate my hungers lust
Take to the road I must,
With these first steps taken,
Spirits of adventure awaken,
Strap my life to my bikes rear,
Excitement here walks with fear,
But with joy and adventure hand in hand,
I'll garner strength to explore this land.
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Whist no major cycling expedition will be taking place this year, due to ill time allowances of the corporate world and total lack of respect as to what is really important, I reminisce of last years epic adventure. It was an 850 mile trip by bike pretty much taking in the length of France; as I was travelling alone and to save myself going insane I wrote a travel journal. What better possible way to resharpen my writing senses than to write that journal here. I will warn you parts of it might get repetitive as I do bang on about the weather a fair bit, but spending the almost the entire time outside one tends to look to the skies for inspiration and encouragement. The above poem was penned on the ferry going over and thus the adventure of Skim vs. France began.
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