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Travelling by bicycle never felt as good. It’s fascinating how much you appreciate the little things in life when you’ve had them taken away—or, in this case, when you’ve taken them away from yourself. Two weeks earlier, a little “incident” forced me to abandon my trusty wheels and resign myself to renting a car. On my first day back on the saddle, the most common of cycle-touring experiences suddenly seemed extraordinary. Like ending up, parched and sweaty, in a farmer’s kitchen, TV blaring in the background, flipping through his son’s wedding album while sampling wine from his own vineyard | ||
-Yannick |