In early March 2016, I found myself in a deserted coach station in Spain. At my feet lay my bike, wrapped in industrial size bin bags. Next to it, my four panniers rested in a line ready to be mounted on the racks. And I stood in front of them, the reality of my journey slowly sinking in. Eventually I hooked the panniers to their rightful place. I got on the bike and off I went. This is what I saw.
For 32 weeks, I will post a batch of photos every Monday morning.
Later words and sounds will come. But for now, I’m going to share what I experienced through the photos I took. If you miss a post, go to this page to find all the links.
My panniers exploded in a mess on the floor of a hotel room in Lisbon and I forgot about pedals, wheels, headwind, sleeping bag, and camping stove as I was reunited with my partner. I enjoyed city life, its sounds new and intriguing to my ears and its food delicious and more refined than my everyday stove cooked one.