When to start writing your first blog-post and what should it be about? I’ll just start now. About whatever comes to my mind.
In less than 2 months Dominik and me want to kick it off: the crazy bike tour, going from Austria in Europe to Australia in Australia. To be honest I’m starting to feel a bit nervous. Slowly but steadily it dawns on me what I got myself into. Roughly 3 years ago, at the age of 21, it seemed like the best idea anyone could ever dream to have. After one particularly long night of doing assignments for university I got into bed in the early morning hours. Very tired, but somehow wide awake nonetheless. What am I doing with my life?, I asked myself. After struggling with university I’ll eventually graduate someday, get a decent job, marry the girl of my dreams and have kids. And although that sounded and sounds so good to my ears (especially the part about marrying the girl of my dreams) I couldn’t quite believe and accept that there wasn’t more to life than this. Cheesy.
Up to that point I had done two bicycle trips to Romania, each with its own memorable moments. It’s a custom in Austria that after you finish high school the whole class goes on vacation together. The one and only purpose of this is to frankly get wasted for a solid week. Long story short: I’m not into this sort of stuff. So a friend proposed the only other reasonable thing to do: going to Romania by bike. And after little to no thinking that’s exactly what we did. And what a bike I had! I’ll give you the details short&sweet: my mum’s cheap women bike, 3 gears (slow and very slow), an imprint of a flower on the frame, and a shopping basket at the front. Huge. Terrific. It’s true.
Long story short: we arrived in Romania and, big surprise, we regretted having had the idea in the first place. Mainly because we were literally butt-hurt and partly because of our naive equipment. I swore to myself to never ever again do something this stupid. It’s good that you sometimes forget what you say, because beside of the not-so-nice parts I also experienced something that is quite impossible to experience in day-to-day life: absolute and boundless freedom. Being able to traverse 4 countries solely by power of will and legs. Waking up whenever you feel like it, riding as far as your legs will carry you that day, never knowing where to sleep when evening approaches, eating whatever is available on the side of the road, stopping for a wee whenever the need arises,.. well, you get the idea. It’s the full embodiment of every boy’s dream. And, to top it all, having the most beautiful (and sometimes most boring) landscapes right before your eyes, fading and changing constantly as you kick your bike.
All of these emotions and moments luckily sank deep into the depths of my head, ready to be recalled on that aforementioned evening, 3 years ago. Subsequently, as I lay in bed, a funny thought came to my mind: What if.. just what if you try to get from Austria to Australia by bike..
That was 3 years ago. In 2 months we’re likely to be on our way.