IRELAND – Cycling 150 KM in Wicklow in a Day Was CRAZY Hard #biketouring

Join me on an epic bike touring adventure through the stunning landscapes of Ireland, where I embarked on a challenging journey of cycling 150 km in a day. This bikepacking trip was a true test of endurance, pushing my limits to the extreme as I navigated through the rolling hills and picturesque countryside of Ireland. With my bike loaded with all the essentials, I set out to explore the beauty of Ireland on two wheels, taking in the breathtaking views and experiencing the unique culture of this incredible country. Long distance cycling can be tough, but the sense of accomplishment and the scenic routes made it all worthwhile. In this video, I share my experiences, tips, and insights from this incredible Ireland cycling trip, showcasing the best of bike touring and what it takes to complete a demanding ride like this.

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There are moments when the world feels quieter than usual before the sun, before the noise. Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. It’s still a bit late and it’s a route of 130 km and the whole elevation is about 1400 meters. There is just a challenge I have set for myself. A line drawn on a map that has to be conquered. The plan was to leave from my front door at sunrise, ride 150 km through the heart of the Wicklow Mountains and be back by sunset. A single push, a test against the clock, the terrain and myself. This is the story of that ride. Leaving the city behind is a feeling I have missed. look, how quiet is it. there’s no shop open yet, none. With every pedal stroke, a layer of the world peels away. It’s just you, the bike and the road unfolding ahead. This is the Royal Canal that I talked about earlier. and the one we saw earlier, well, we didn’t quite see that, but crossed by. that was Liffy River. I love to capture my journey through the camera to tell a story. But in reality, the adventure itself is the real story. I have done 20 km so far. And it’s been 1.5 hours since I left home. and I stopped a few times before… to click some pictures. There is a memory of heat that lives in my bones. A memory of a sun that does not ask for permission. It is the heat of Delhi, of home. A heat that carries the scent of dust, of diesel fumes and the sweet milky promise of chai from a street vendor. The tripod is broken. I dont know where but, I dropped the screw of the clamp. It’s making too much noise. Best I take it off. It’s been two hours now, and I’ve done 25 kilometers. There are about 100 kilometers left but now it’s actually 100 kilometers of uphill this house is built in such an ancient style Look at this Apple.. Isn’t it? sour…. It’s not ripe yet. In India, green is a luxury. A flash of parakeet’s wing. The brief, violent green of the monsoon. Let’s stop for 2 seconds. Oh, oh. Before the sun burns it all back to brown. Here, the green is an ocean. It swallows the light. It swallows sound. It swallows you. The sunlight is also harsh and now it’s getting warm. The weather was so cool, but now it has become warm. I feel an ache. A strange, unfamiliar loneliness. It’s a good one, the elevation. It is the loneliness of being out of context. It’s fun. But, the views are so sweet that the all the efforts are paid My memories feel too loud for this place. I think of the chaos of Delhi local train. The press of a billion lives. The symphony of horns and voices and bells. County Wicklow is now 400 meters ahead. Here the only sound is the whirr of my chain, the rhythm of my own breathing and the bleeding of sheep who look at me with an ancient untroubled indifference. This silence it doesn’t feel empty, it feels full, it feels like it’s listening. There are elderly people cycling and here, we often have issues like knee pain high blood pressure, or diabetes, or this and that. lets follow them for some time. They are also on our route. they’re riding in a group. We have to go straight. I took a small break. This view is worth all the efforts! really amazing. The water is so clear that it’s shining a bright blue A place for cyclists.. Can I get one cappuccino please? Yeah. Yeah. Is that everything? Yeah. That’s it. Yeah. We’ve done 45 kilometers so far, so we still have 93 kilometers left to go. The road surrenders to gravel. A rough, honest texture that felt like true skin of the earth. My tires found a new rhythm. A steady crunch and grind that muted all the noise of the city I carried inside. The wind here wasn’t a gust. It was a long, constant drone. The sound of high, open space scrubbing the worries from my ears. gravel route.. I watched the blessington lake water. Quiet, dark and deep. look How is it possible that I dont go in it? look at the water. it’s a must to go into it For a moment, the silence was total. It was the vast unbroken space Where the anxiety of my new life finally settled Then a flicker of light on the water, a sudden simple clarity. The journey wasn’t an escape from a life but a physical It was a good break here. The deep quiet felt less like emptiness and more like promise. I was a single moving point in this grand green composition and for the first time I felt perfectly placed. Let’s go. We have reached the bridge here. We have to do 90 km and it’s 1 o’clock already. The mountain demands everything. Each pedal stroke is a negotiation with gravity. With doubt, with the voice that question. There we are. There is a bridge. There is a bridge. There is a bridge. Why I left comfort for this burning in my lungs? My breath comes in measured gasps. Each inhalation a small victory against the gradient that rises before me like a wall of green and stone. Right now, we still have to cycle further uphill. the sunlight has become so intense it’s getting really hot now The weather was as pleasant in the morning as it is now with the intense sunlight. The road lits upward with the cruel indifference of nature. Testing not just my legs but my resolve. Sweat becomes baptism. Effort becomes prayer. Effort becomes prayer. Salt stings my eyes but I do not close them. I need to see this struggle to witness my own transformation That view you’re seeing behind me, I’ve climbed all this way just for that view. I I’m not sure how much of it is visible. But I can see the entire Reservoir from here. The sun beats down like a relentless teacher and I am learning lessons written in the language of muscles and breath I have never done so much climbing on a bike in my life before and the fun fact is that this is the second climb there are three more to go. but the fun of going downhill. that’s something else altogether! Ah… All the hard work paid off! Alhamdulillah! What a fun! The descent was a glorious rebirth a long ecstatic exhale Gravity once a tyrant became a benevolent hand pushing me into a state of pure velocity I wasn’t cycling I was flying a metal bird unbound at the stream I stopped the water was liquid crystal cold enough to sting the green bank soft and mozzy felt like the cool forgiving palm of the earth the car’s speeding past were ghosts their fanatic energy irrelevant to this moment of absolute crystalline power peace my heart hammers against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for fight and I realized that this cage is of my own making see We have covered 70 kilometers, and another 70 kilometers remain. There was a bit of fatigue in between, but now, thank God, it’s all enjoyable and absolutely fun! The weather has become nice. it was good Two batteries of action cam are down the mechanical click echoing like a confession the mechanical click echoing
like a confession I am not the strongest rider not the fastest not the fastest not the most experienced but I am here and that presence is everything each revolution of the peddle is an act of faith a belief that the summit exists even when I cannot see it through the haze of exertion my legs scream in language I did not know they spoke but I translate their protests into determination this is the conversation between will and flesh between dream and reality the mountain does not care about my story my journey from Delhi to Dublin my small human struggles Wicklow Way most famous hiking point of Wicklow mountains. and you will see these boards around here which tell where the path is it is a whole hiking area it simply is and in its indifference I find a strange comfort hello one cappuccino please yeah cotton cloud evening light covers the roundwood watery reservoir in shades and I am no longer the same man who left Dublin this morning 5.30 in the evening and the world is preparing for its daily surrender to darkness but I am filled with illumination that no sunset can extinguish more than 100 km have transformed distance into wisdom solitude into strength each mile was a conversation with myself each hill a question answered not with words but with the steady rhythm of pedal and breath the pride I feel is not the shallow satisfaction of conquest but the deep recognition of communion I have not defeated this landscape I have joined it become part of its story as it has become part of mine that mountain, looks like the everest. the peak resembles but it’s nothing in comparision to everest. but it’s looking quite beautiful.. the bright and grey shade. The cycle beneath me humps with the satisfaction of a job well done. Its frame is still warm from the day’s effort. I am doing mountain biking with touring set up. Its wheel is still singing the song of the road. This solo journey was never about being alone. It was about being complete. In the absence of voices other than my own thoughts, I discovered conversations I never knew I was capable of having. I made it not just to the reservoir, but to an understanding of what it means to choose your own adventure. In a world that offers so many paths. As I prepare for the final stretch home, I carry with me more than memories. I carry proof. Proof that a man who bought a bicycle and dared to explore, is capable of writing his own story on the canvas of this adopted homeland. The road home stretches before me like a familiar song. And I pedal toward Dublin with the knowledge that I am returning, just not to a place, but to a version of myself that has been expanded by this day’s journey. In my mind, I am already replaying these moments. These memories will sustain me through the ordinary days ahead, reminding me that extraordinary is always just one pedal stroke away. That’s it. 145 kilometer 5000 elevation gain single trip made it ah i’m feeling proud my longest ride in a day without without any trouble alhamdulillah