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My travel notes

Rider of the lost Lats.

Gods felt generous yesterday and gifted me with an endearing and warm experience in Panevezys; but a veteran wayfarer like me knows well that there aren’t two days alike along the road, and that there’s no wisdom in trying to … Continue reading

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Songs of old Russia.

Yet one more day. How many, already? It’s seven weeks since I left home; seven weeks journeying not knowing where to, heading vaguely north, maybe escaping from hot weather withouth having so far succeeded. Now the sun is chasing us, … Continue reading

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Lithuania connection.

It’s been hot and humid for the past few weeks, and I’m riding on a shirt; I know it’s risky, but then… what isn’t? Every day in our lives we’re deciding, mostly without realizing it, which pleasures we’re willing to … Continue reading

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Sejny, border lands

Chance has had it so that, aiming for a secondary border crossing to Lithuania from Bialystok (where I stayed the last few days), I ended up in the small town of Sejny (ten kilometres away from the Baltic country) the … Continue reading

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Across the rainbow.

After talking in the previous chapter about the new social gods –wild capitalism and crazy consumption– I reach, coincidentally, the city of Toruń, which used to be dearly but not so much nowadays, as a paradigm of those giving up … Continue reading

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Catching the Polish soul.

Driving in Poland is something of a challenge for which we, riders, must maximize carefulness; in every sense. Despite having a vast railroad network reaching every corner and village in the country, when this nation got out of the socialist … Continue reading

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Memento mori.

Poysdorf is just a border town with a considerable road traffic, as it lies on the main route between Viena and Brno (these four letters are not an abbreviation for Barcelona, but a Czech city called like that, Brno, silly … Continue reading

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Rock me Amadeus!

Despite the rain shower that got me soaked in Lake Como and the intermittent drizzle this morning, every day I’m more satisfied with having brought the jet helmet this journey, as it gives me a visibility without boundaries and a … Continue reading

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