In a life with too many loose ends, I had to start somewhere and take control. So I booked my flight to Estonia. Now I know for sure that I can make it to the rally. Sadly, there won’t be an epic ride crossing Europe, getting lost, having break downs, with camping and running in new exciting places. But when life is too complex, something has to give – this time it was a matter of lack of time and money. As the rally is in the third week of July, it would mean turning down job opportunities so I could ride the 3400km to Estonia. In Spain, August is the holiday month so in July I’ll hopefully be able to pick up some work at summer camps and I can’t afford not to try.
So, flying to Estonia means leaving the bike in Spain, which in turn means that I’ll have to import it back… which also means that I’ll have a bike to ride in the Pyrenees in August when the country shuts down and it is impossible to find work.
