We live as long as we fly
First, a map, just to make it clear what I was talking about yesterday when I mentioned cutting the route short. By the way, right next to Çanakkale is the famous Troy (supposedly). There isn't much to see there, apart from the wooden horse built for tourists.
Now the story will go a bit faster, because the Forest of Sounds festival is completely over, except maybe for a corporate party on Saturday. I won't go to the Riga cycling marathon. Almost 20 lats for tickets + I'll definitely spend money there, and two days down the drain. I'd rather ride my bike around Latgale, plus a virtual person is suggesting we meet up in Kraslava.
I left off last time at our by now familiar overnight stay in the bushes. By the way, we rode a whole 89 km on the second day, despite all the obstacles. True, we planned for 120, but oh well. By the way, at night muezzins were singing from as many as three mosques at once, and then dogs barked so loudly nearby that it felt like they wanted to eat us. True Dolby Surround Sound. [more text=See somewhat cheerier landscapes than yesterday]
Comments in the spirit of “boring pictures” clearly don't encourage me to write, just so you know. Nevertheless, mostly out of habit, I will continue.
I left off where we were rolling along somewhat boring fields. By the way, I should also say this: the very fact that you are on a bicycle or on foot, meaning you're putting considerable effort into moving around, undoubtedly has a positive effect on the perception of the journey. This is, of course, just another human self-deception, but a pleasant one: if something required effort, it must have value. This is generally untrue, of course; but here specifically we are talking about subjective perception, and that is precisely what will objectively improve. Especially when, after a dusty highway, you emerge into the open and see the sea,