All right, here we go. I’m ready to take on Great Britain. First mission: cross London from East to West …yikes. Wayyyy easier said than done.
Sooo, tomorrow morning I will start the first phase of my next crazy project. I will begin bicycling across England to Wales from London by way of Bristol and some big rocks in a weird formation. Once I arrive in Wales, well, we’ll see. (Try saying that 5xs fast).
I will be updating my blog like usual (because I am addicted). There will be photos and amusing anecdotes, but unfortunately there has yet to be a technology invented to transfer smells over the internet so you will miss out on knowing what it smells like to cycle all day, sleep in a tent, and shower …whenever there is one (or a hose) available?
So. I guess here’s hoping I do not get eaten by bears or washed away by a monsoon.
A walk along Regent’s Canal Towpath in London
I’m sorry, I just really like reflections.
This is my favorite part of London.
Yesterday while I was wandering around London, I realized that -probably for the first time in my life- I have exactly zero things on my calendar or to-do list. ZERO. It is a 100% blank slate. Nothing today, nothing next month, nothing a year from now. Nada.
…I can do anything…I can go anywhere…
And I have no responsibilities except for like, not dying.
Holy shit.I think I’m going to go eat a crumpet.
East -> South -> West
Today I wandered for 8 miles around London. I went from the East End to Southwark and along the southern side of the Thames. I crossed over the Westminster Bridge and walked around the West End. Then I made my way through “The City” (which I always find to be a quite boring area) back to the East End.
It was a beautiful and warm summer evening.
I will measure my memories of Paris by walks.
It was 10 months, with hundreds of miles of exploration.
Some walks, I was alone, wandering around in the sunshine or the rain.
Some walks were with new friends.
Some walks were with old, visiting friends.
Some walks were with amazing company, and some walks were with people I could not seem to get rid of…
My favorite walks were when I was alone in the rain at 4am while the streets were deserted and the lights of the city would reflect in the puddles and in the river.
Or maybe my favorite walks were on those nights when I would stroll along the Seine into the sunrise with incredible people from all over the world.
When I was walking around Paris, I was home.
But now I walk away.
Forward, onto the next…
Goodbye Paris. Thank you for being a pretty nifty backyard.