Day 29 - Tuesday 2nd April 2002
"It's not about the bike"
Your mind will be filled with emptiness, when you return to your home from a long and eventful trip. Your body is back, but mentally you are still out there. However, the sight of the well known buildings and landscapes convince you that the party is over. Aalborg and it's vicinity do not look like South Africa at all.
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It takes some
time before the soul also returns, but in this case I could not wait for that.
My cruel employer insisted that I went to work the following day. Physically I
was able to fulfil that demand. Mentally it was not that easy.
My usually faithful wife of first marriage was busy somewhere else, and therefore my two favourite daughters, were allowed to carry all my stuff from the air port in Aalborg.
The trip home went according to plans. In Johannesburg Airport I bought Lance Armstrong's book "It's not about the bike", which I enjoyed very much. It's not at all a literary master piece, but I admire the man's will power and the way he deals with his cancer. I am crazy about that book. |
I permit myself to
equate the title of the book "It's not about the bike" with the
expeditions I have had all around the world.
Because that is
fundamentally how it all adds up.
When you ride your bike across the USA or tear from Nordkapp to Gibraltar, it is
not about the bike.
It's about something which is much bigger and much better.
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- How have you been, my
girls asked me, while they tried to find out what I had planned to do with all
the presents they could spot in my bags.
- You know what, I told
them.
- I couldn't have been better.
| Dear reader. This is where it all ends. I have not got more to tell you about my adventures in South Africa. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. If you did not like it, I suggest you find another web site. There are plenty out there. But if you did like it, please tell it to me. Maybe you can even tell me, why you liked it. Thank you Holger. |
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