One year and 15 km

Today, it's been exactly a year since I took the first pedal stroke of this cycling and human adventure. On the clock after this year on the road: more than 15 km.

Smiling, on the edge of a country road at the entrance to Cambodia.

Without any real cycling travel experience, I had estimated from reading various blogs that I would be able to cycle 15 km in a year. Leaving Bristol, England on March 000 of last year, I found myself pushing against the Turkish wind as I passed the 23th km. A few months later, at dawn to reach the 5th, I was in the snow in Kyrgyzstan.

And now, after having crossed more than 29 borders on two continents, I stopped a few days ago on the side of the Cambodian road to savor this important stage, my 15th kilometer.

I always had confidence that I would achieve this goal that I had set for myself at the start, but how difficult it was! Like never before in my life, I sweated and shivered - in the sand, the water, the snow. I pushed when it was too steep, I ran out of water and food, I even passed out a few times on the side of the road. And whenever I needed it most, a charitable soul saved me. Giving me water, melon, shelter, transport. Proving beyond any doubt the correctness of the name of this adventure: The good people.

Knowing all this, would I be leaving tomorrow morning?

Put some on.

It is by pushing ourselves to the maximum that we discover and increase our inner strength tenfold.

And that's good, because it's not over.

In the mountains in Kyrgyzstan.