Over the past week, I’ve been riding alone from Warsaw to Gdańsk, about 350 km. I planned the trip myself with a borrowed touring bike, and sketched a route that was mostly pleasant farmland — apart from being thrown into a construction zone and finding myself on a dangerous highway on the first day. Some safety conscious patient police officers plucked me off the autoroute and deposited me at my small hotel for the night, like a child out after dark.
Other than that — and a bad saddle sore from a new seat that didn’t like a particular pair of my shorts — it was an uneventful, peaceful solo few days. The pace gave me a chance to reflect on what is really there in every slow revolution of the wheels on this kind of tour. And what it means to move your body in this kind of way. I wrote about it here:
What about you — what do you like about moving slowly?
Fieldpoppy is Cate Creede-Desmarais, who is currently in Gdańsk eating perogies.
