The best place to start the journey in Europe

It is very comfortable and nice to start a bicycle trip where cycling paths are never ending, where people greet you when you pass by, wave at you wishing a good journey, stop for a chat and share there contacts in case you come again, and.. and even cars are letting you pass: shoppers, business people, truck drivers. It is awkward, but pleasant. It is called the Netherlands. Maybe easy to get used to, but well, I didn’t as we have crossed it all through in barelly 4 days and spent a couple more looking around and visiting friends. I can just conclude that the Netherlands unluckily are too small for such a great start. Our first 300 km has just passed very fast.

Tea break

Now we are already in Germany and I don’t hear Umut greeting or chatting with someone while I am looking at the GPS. Less people maybe, or maybe it is a cultural thing of not chating with an unacquainted ones. It is not a surprise for us, however after the Netherlands it feels somewhat less joyful, the trip. And we decided that either we, two fully loaded cyclists, are so common that they do not pay any attention or we just look way too weird. However there are some weird ones that do greet us first and also I have noticed that if I greet the passing ones loud enough, every second one replies back.

Well, back to the Netherlands, as everyone knows is full of cyclists. Basically everone is a one. However when they chat to us and ask what we are up to, it seems it is hard to comprehend for them that Asia can be a distance one makes with a bike. So we did have loads of smiles and laughs telling people were want to cycle to Malaisia, Asia or Hymalayas and not somewhere around in the Netherlands.

The weather as the people we have met was on our side, with mild temperatures, no rain and just a bit stronger winds, which lucky us weren’t directly the front ones. Within all 300 km we got no rain! The only difficulty was those winds at the point when we were crossing the bridge next to a highway. Once I nearly fell, but managed to step one feet down and hold the bike. Further on I cycled with all my muscles tensed. Umut also said, it was the hardest kilometre so far. But the next day it was kind of over.

On the way

We were also happy to have friends in the Netherlands to stay with and find some warmshowers guests for making new friends.The evenings were spent cooking and chatting, planning next days and solving our little problems as hardcase exchange at Saturn shop for connection issues and fixing broken Tubus or, well, reaching the Germany for buying a new one at the famous Rose Bikes in Bocholt.

Although every evening we had an access to the internet, chatting with people were a priority and that is why we could not set ourselves to work on a blog. Indeed, I must admit, it does require much more time then I thought. Also, keeping a diary seems to be quite hard. My all thoughts while riding often are blown away by wind into fields and my brain is resting. Observing all around and absorbing without an effort. Focused on the directions or just on the horizon. The tiredness and muscle sourness after a cycling day does not bring much of ideas either. Only the desire for food and rest. The day outside really clears your mind. The only ideas that run through mJusty mind at the daytime are just our personal in between questions or remarks, as it is always the two of us. Sometimes it is easier that way, sometimes it brings friction, but I can’t imagine going on such a trip solo.

Oh, and here is the album from Delft, where we visited one friend, spent couple of nights and really enjoyed the city! Just look at it, even in the food it looks radiant and beautiful!

Delft and around


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