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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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The last of France.

Vaison-la-Romaine, where I spent the last night, puts an end to the lowlands I’ve had to cross: the easternmost side of the Roussilion. Thence, and heading to the rising sun, the ground gets slowly higher in altitude, starts rippling again … Continue reading

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Lost in wilderness.

Let me say in advance that this “lost” is a figure of speech, mainly to make the title look more attractive; a bait, so to say. Yet some of it is true. As I was saying in the previous chapter, … Continue reading

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Devil's Bridge.

The idea that my head had more or less been giving shape during the previous days was to reach Italy through the Alps trying to avoid when possible the busy Mediterranea seashore; actually, trying to cross when possible the less … Continue reading

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Feeling the contrasts.

For exiting Andorra to France there aren’t many choices: Pas de la Casa; so, this time, I took the pleasure of enjoying the lack of freedom (and please don’t come and tell me that freedom is not a burden). Well, … Continue reading

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