How To Move The Stars is the day by day retelling of a bicycle ride around the world. Start from the beginning to get the whole story.
My adventure was a modern day epic, a solo, self-supported bicycle ride spanning 38,000 miles across six continents. There were moments I barely survived, and times I cried tears of joy, but mostly, this is a story about the thousands of people I met along the way. I moved through their cultures, and dramatic landscapes. I ate their food and slept on their land. I was constantly arriving to the open arms of strangers who were excited to help me achieve a feat that few could imagine. I did this for years, immersing myself in the world and meeting the people who live here. The story I returned with is a snapshot of humanity, captured in a lived experience. Thank you for joining me on my journey.
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april 28th 2013 serbia first thing this morning I crossed the New Bay River into Serbia the welcome sign was written in an alphabet I didn’t know the first two towns I came to had busy farmers markets i don’t keep track of the day of the week but the markets always tip me off that it’s Sunday i withdrew $10 worth of Serbian dener in an ATM and went shopping the tables were full of fruits vegetables and bread i bought a bag of strawberries that looked great but were startlingly flavorless like chewing on water i also picked out a variety of delicious strudles apple blueberry and one I can’t identify maybe fig in the same small town I went to an outdoor plaza busy with people visiting shops and restaurants the towns in Serbia seemed more vibrant than they were in Croatia i still saw a lot of idle people sitting on their front porches though a lot of people might have simply had the day off every 6 to 10 miles I arrived at another small town in each one I sat in the shade of a church to get out of the searing heat i go to the churches because the steeples make them easy to find and in small towns they’re the only buildings that are not somebody’s home at one church I listen to organ music coming through an open window the organist was only practicing but they played beautifully in the evening I arrived at Senta a town of 20,000 people archaeologists have found evidence of this site’s occupation since prehistoric times once people arrived they simply never left in the past 500 years Santa has been under the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Hungary the Ottoman Empire the Habsburg Empire again the Kingdom of Hungary Serbian Vidina the Austrian Empire Yugoslavia and now the Republic of Serbia in the 1240s the town was sacked by the Mongols and 700 years later the streets were occupied by the Axis powers systems of governance have come and gone ethnicities changed ideologies shifted cultures and languages that existed right here have vanished into history and across that whole grand drama Santa persisted the stage on which everything happened the land today was a flat expanse of open fields with few places to hide or hang my hammock when I arrived in Santa I was tired and resigned myself to go no farther i explored a little visited the waterfront then settled on sleeping in the park at the edge of town the grass here is tall so I’ve got my bike laid over my hammock hung low enough to be hidden from view of anyone who might walk past packs of stray dogs are barking and roaming about in the darkness i hope they don’t find me [Music]