The road was quite terrible, good quality but 90% on these “Finnish Highways” which are not highways but roads limited at 100 kph. There is a shoulder on the side of the road but it is not wide. The road is sometimes straight, sometimes twisty but never flat, the hills are killing me, and the wind killing me. I talk to Felix, life looks fun in Paris, it is sunny, summer is really starting, and the gang is going to parties, dinners, bars, and dancing, all outside in t-shirts. And I am alone on the side of the Finnish road, it is cold rainy, noisy, and lonely. There are still 1150km to ride to Nordkapp, it feels far, and like a useless goal right now, hard to get some motivation but that is when I should be moving. I don’t want to sound depressed, because I am not, I smile many times a day on the bike, but sometimes it gets tough. My craving for adventure is too high anyways, so FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) disappears.
Thank god the Spanish Grand Prix is starting, I am listening to the race while riding.
At the camping the same feeling, I feel tired but know it will pass, I get a 21Eur burger, which is good but cmon, that is so expensive. Then, same routine before spending some time catching up on the blog.
Good haircut