People often wonder why I choose cycling when buses or cars seem like quicker options. They question why I subject myself to such discomfort.
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Sure, my hands ache and my backside constantly protests. Sometimes, even I question the purpose, especially after enduring endless hours on scorching roads above 40 degrees Celsius. But in the grand scheme, it’s always worth it.
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It’s about sensing every inch of the road beneath my feet. Feeling the strain with every incline, the payoff of a breathtaking view at the top, and the pure exhilaration of the descent. It’s about truly immersing myself in a country, comprehending the vast distances, the towering mountains, and the expansive landscapes because I’ve felt them firsthand.
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It’s experiencing the scorching sun’s intensity, understanding why locals seek refuge under tractors, sipping their çay during the day. Or feeling the biting chill atop mountains. It’s the joy of kids running beside me in countryside villages, their smiles and waves creating memorable moments. It’s halting for a tempting watermelon, receiving warm smiles and genuine blessings from the old man I buy it from, leaving me with a heartwarming glow for the day ahead. It’s about engaging intimately with people, stepping into their homes and lives, and discovering diverse cultures and lifestyles.
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Cycling pushes my physical and mental boundaries in numerous ways. It’s about discovering serene, remote spots and camping there, marveling at the sheer beauty. Or, as in some cases, battling mosquitoes for that perfect photo.
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Compare that to a bus ride. This is why I choose cycling.
More about our last trip:
[https://www.youtube.com/weggeradelt](https://www.youtube.com/weggeradelt)
[weggeradelt.wordpress.com](https://weggeradelt.wordpress.com)
[https://www.instagram.com/weggeradelt/](https://www.instagram.com/weggeradelt/)
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