Sept. 27, 2006: Fresh Figs and a Warm Breeze on the Adriatic Coast

Fresh Figs and a Warm Breeze on the Adriatic Coast
Sept. 27, 2006

Hi everyone!
    First off, apologies that I haven’t written back to anyone. It’s not because I don’t love you! I’ve had such minimal computer time that it’s been banking and logistics and nothing else, (except reading emails, of course, which I love! Don’t stop writing!). I’m looking forward to catching up with folks when I sit still in one place for more than a day or two, which should be soon!
    So cycling across Hungary solo was actually really easy. There are still plenty of patches of forests between the farms to find good camping, and I had a good map. Despite the sometimes less-than-ideal weather it was a really pleasant journey. Actually, it was much easier than cycling with Biketour! I could sleep when I got tired, eat when I got hungry, and cycle a lot more kilometers every day since there weren’t the hours spent on meetings and cooking. And alone I tend to cycle cautiously and logically, so I never get myself in the bizarre situations I find myself in on Biketour, such as…
…Bouncing up some bumping gravel road late at night in the rain, unable to see anything but the red taillight of the bike in front of me, trying to find some sign of the sleeping place…
…Following my friends up an unmarked dirt path that’s not on the scheduled route or even the map, up a mountain a few hours before sunset, with 60k left to do after that…
…Finding myself 20 k in the wrong direction because my shitty Slovenia map doesn’t list the little towns, so I had no way to recognize I was on the wrong highway…
…Standing on the side of the road with a flat tire, broken spoke and broken pump, trying to hitchhike with a bicycle and a mountain of gear, hoping to catch up with the group…
No, I never find myself in these situations when I cycle alone. Needless to say, Biketour is a lot more fun.
So here I am in the coastal city of Split, Croatia, another Biketour wrapped up with a Critical Mass into Split, the usual press conference and greeting by the mayor, and a party at the local squatted community space, which I missed due to a lovely little stomach flu.
Biketour was… well, Biketour. Sometimes I loved it, sometimes I hated it, I definitely grew stronger from it, and I know a tiny bit more of the world from it.

Love and good quality spokes,
asha