A road soul Sunday break heading to Den Haag

The route keeps parallel to the highway right after the Moerdijk bruggen, one of the bridges that joint The Netherlands over the wealthy arms of the incoming ocean.

No road signs still but at least it keeps close to the proper path and at a ideal distance to roll without being bothered by traffic.

I start to feel strong riding the yellow fellow.

I wonder why I can not roll that fast when I am troubled looking for the right itinerary. I guess that the reason is that the itineraty’s research itself exhausts my energies.

But now I feel like flying on my bike.
I stare straight ahead. I wish I could be in Rotterdam (32 km away) in one hour.


Yes! Yes! Nooo, it can not be…

Yes! Dordrecht!

I can not help me of watching the time: 18h15. Almost 12 km in 15 min. Yes!

I am really flying.

The road keeps on going straight. I get so aroused that I can not stand on the bike. I have to write.

The route will not prevent me from putting in words these good vibrations. Not now.

I see a little red car very familiar to me. 18h17. It will be the witness of my joy. I have begun to write this down.

18h28. I come back to the road: ready to take off.

Coming to The Netherlands on Saturday morning

15h32
I hardly hear the noise of the Bredabaan, merely 200 m away from here.

I do not know where I can begin…

15h32, the Bredabaan

First time I heard of it was this morning when Thomas has showing me the way of reaching the route to Breda.
This morning.

I got up at 7.40 a.m. Only 3h and a half earlier I had left the screen of the computer behind not able to carry on looking for my couch on Breda for longer but still believing that Xxxxxx will answer whether my Thursday night e-mail or the two Friday messages I left in his phone box.

Sun is now shining over the path to the Bredabaan.
Anway, I will stay here for a while.

At 10 o’clock the rain was lightly cleaning up the sun’s living room.

Thomas & Raf speeded up to reach the rendezvous for their film making project.
And I was almost ready to leave.

He kept the door opened for I could take out my belongings as he ran to his car for picking up his last gift for me.

The door opened for me, as it has been from the first moment I had got him through the internet.

A red rain coat really light.
His new but not the last contribution to my project (still waiting for the videos…uhmmm!;^>).

I would like to have a nap.
I have no much time I guess.

I need to sleep. I will continue later, maybe after arriving to Breda even if I wish I could do it before.
But it is 4p.m. and I don’t even know if Xxxxxx will host me.

I had to contact more people. That is why I woke up so early today, as well as for getting the baggage ready on time.


16h45
Sun keeps on shining over my path.

The Bredabaan reached 6h later of my departure this morning.
Not even 10 km away from Antwerpen.

The way is now straight; whether beautiful or across a road jam…I don’t have a clue.

Xxxxxx has promised me a nice path alongside “the river Mark that ends almost close to my home”.

I don’t know even where I will spend the night today. But I don’t really care.

Before leaving this morning Rene had already answer my last call:
“you're very late in your planning... this way we never reach marshowever i can mention something for ucall me 076-XXXXXXX when u are in breda”

I don’t want to go to Mars. I only intend to reach my next destination.

I have to go.

I will try to write tonight.

As I will do tomorrow, heading to Den Haag.

I am eager to taste Breda’s welcome.
Only 2 hours to discover.

I follow the sun.

I go.

One week thoughts, one day thoughts

First week' reflections:

My choices:

I knew this was a good idea. I firmly believed it. I not only still believe it but I am living it.

Sure I could have waited longer to have time enough to set things up and leaving with a lot of means and sponsors’ support. To settle matters that would grant the success of this idea.

As far as I know the meantime taken for preparation by people who attempts a challenge like this one is over one year.

I have left two months after the idea came to my mind.

This is my first choice.

I am fully aware of the risk that I am taking as well as of the needs that I have, and I am working on fixing them. But I don’t think that they would prevent me from succeeding.

I am self confident.
I am not crazy at all.

I have the means that will bring me to my next destination today, and I work to have the means that will provide me the opportunity of reaching every other next destination, not only in this journey, but in my life.

As well as I intend to do it in the most efficient and comfortable way.

I don’t like suffering, not at all.

I like analyzing situations before choosing a way of acting, but I do like acting. So I do act which by the way I think is the best means of gaining credibility.

As for the 2^nd choice, it has to do with the language for communicating with people.

I wish to speak every language, but I don’t.

I guess I get the hang of Spanish, I am fairly good in French and I manage to well communicate in English.

Anyway, I have no time for writing my chronics in each of these three languages so I choose it depending on people who is straight concerned by the experiences that I try to put in words.

It’s that simple.

I apologize to the others who do not understand and with whom I certainly wish to share these experiences.

I will try to do my best for the chronics as well as for the site.

As for the mistakes, I highly hope to improve my skills during this journey!

Today’s reflections:

Ruminations en route:

9.30 a.m. Rolling somewhere on N1 close to the Belgian border.

I look front while cycling: the sun is rising wet through the mist. I am in route for one hour now. I stop suddenly, turn backwards and take my journal with the violet pen “de la rue Le Pic”.

I feel the need to write down what’s on in my mind.

“Even if I arrive to Amsterdam and I can not hold on this journey, all of this would have been worth.

If only I could make people I meet feel involved, touched, by the spirit of this project it would have been worth.

Anyway I firmly believe I will succeed.

And it would be thanks to all of you: from people who host me, to who read the blogs and send me a post or even people en route who merely share a single smile with me.

I want to help people to get motivated in their day-to-day, to contribute to render them a little more special…as they do motivate and support me.

I wish to manage to share with them the state of being conscious of life itself, I mean, to realize that we are alive right now and that we have the choice of doing whatever help us to feel better… whatever help us to fight for our convictions.

The sun has prevailed over the mist. Sunny route!.

I keep on rolling."

Welcome to Belgium... nice to meet you again.

Ruminations @ the border of the route:

I have been rolling for a week so far.

I started last Sunday from Paris.

Today, I have left France and maybe last night has been the last one there. At least for one year I hope!

Last 4 years have been a pleased stage; I have kept growing up and enriched myself a lot. I have met people who will always be there in my life.

My path is now crossing a new border...