The trip started a little bit off as I hadn’t had enough sleep in the preceding nights (less than 6hrs and really bad quality sleep) and my food intake was poor. I went on with the agenda.
Friday, 0500 – Brasov
Woke up, coffee, email,
container cargo that might be confiscated by the Coast Guard false alarm at PORC, second coffee, Cristina wakes up, coffee for her, George wakes up, coffee for him.
Meet Vali – pick GoPro mount. Go to ProBike. Get spare tire, pump, gloves, socks and set the tires pressure.
Have friendly chat with the salesman:
-These gloves are great for long rides!
-You know, 100-200k.
I leave only thinking of how can 100k be a lot? Dumb, I know.
Return home. Grab a quick bite. Scroll instagram. The fuck is reels? People wishing me good luck. Luck has shit to do with this but thanks.
I try and sleep a little. Cristina and George go for a walk so they don’t disturb me. I fall asleep only to wake up after a couple of minutes fully pumped. Panic kicked in, the guy on duty inside my head only saying It’s happening, motherfucker! Buckle up! over and over again. Robert details more nicely on the voice inside our heads, read into it.