It was kind of exciting, with blood and broken bones, guts splashing everywhere, cars topped over and the vultures gathering to pick up what was left of Maria from the floor. I chased them away and put the pieces in a plastic Lidl bag, went to the camping and puzzled her back together. And here she is, sitting next to me with an arm for a leg and her head backwards on her shoulders (I was never good in puzzles, you know), but she as pretty as always and when you point at her knee she jumps 2 meters high.
Buuuuutt annyywaaaayyy... Here we are again, hitting the roads, better then ever, faster then before!
See you later Lance Armstrong, hasta la vista Eddy Merckx and please join us Pantani in the sky :)
You can even bring your doping and professional bikes, you will never beat team Maria+Kelly shortly to be nicknamed team MK ULTRA.
Next year on our way to Lost Theory we'll enter the Tour de France and probably will finish two days before the rest of the cyclists make it on the top of the first coll.
HA!
The recovery took place in parts because we are not used to stay in the same place longer than two nights and so we left a hostel to move to a camping nearby, which is where the mojito adventure took place... And then we kept going, with enough time and speed (velocity, i mean) to drive by the Austrian village where Paradise Festival took place right on the last day, being passed in the road by tired happy hippies in their vans... Quite frustrating, wishing I had fallen down a couple of days earlier or not fallen at all, natuurlijk, but okay...
On exchange for not letting us in, God sent us to a wine making region of Austria and we ended up in a camping where the receptionist giggled in a way that was very familiar to us (sort of psychotic laugh of somebody who drinks slow but consistently). We told him we'd love to buy some wine as we saw we were in a wine region and he switched himself on: like a wizard, he produced two glasses and four bottles out of the fridge behind the counter...
So it is a funny thing: you want to buy a bottle, but he will not sell it to you unless you have some full glasses of tasters (i mean FULL, nothing of that sissyshit drop of wine for the connoisseurs). Full glasses man, we had probably a bottle of tasting. Then we bought one and then he just gave one for free for the sake of...?? What the hell, just because he is the freaking boss and he can do whatever he feels like :)
And, anyway ... we are still too young to go to paradise.
We should of course describe some nice scenery and events from the beautiful places we pass buy
so here they are: trees, roads, lakes, animals, castles, roads, sun, rain, euh , toothless bums, some more nice trees, roads then some more lakes, scary looking teenagers trying parcour in an oxidated power tower, an old man in underwear trying to grab Maria's ass and another old alcoholic one hitting her on the head with a newspaper and that's about it. Nothing new under the sun.
We are really enjoying these countries where you can still smoke in bars and people start to drink @ 8 in the morning on a Sunday and have no problems in sharing their lives with us, in their language and not giving a fuck if we understand them and if we just drink our coffees, nodding from time to time so they think we understand and empathize. Also it is supercool to be finally in a place where you can order a shot of strong spirits along your coffee, beer or water just to start the day and nobody looks at you like its something excessive to do...
In a couple of days it will be two months since we left Belgium. We have done around 2000 kms now and it feels good to know you only need a good reason, one or another, to keep going... There was a Turkish couple last night in our camping, biking from Berlin to Venice in order to get married there, another valid excuse to get up every morning to pedal like mad with the feeling of getting nowhere and being as lost and exhausted as always. Having an aim helps. There we go, SUN Festival!! :)
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