Těšetice to Mailberg: Wednesday 12 July 2017
10:20am. 28.1ºC. Sunny. Hot.
Away we go again!
12.5k, 1 hour 10 minutes.
Znojmo is a surprisingly pretty town, given that it’s practically on the border, with numerous piazzas, narrow cobbled streets, interesting architecture. Very nice. But it’s too far and too long to travel for breakfast.
13:30. New notebooks for handlebar bags bought. Next stop is likely to be in another country – Austria! Exciting. You experience so much of a place on a bicycle – sights, smells, sounds, tastes, terrains – that, despite enjoying being here (a lot), I think we are ready for a new vibe.
And Czechia really wants you to eat meat. Sad that it is cheaper to feed a vegetarian creature plants, kill it, prepare it, market it and sell it than it is to feed us predominantly plant-eating humans plants directly, thereby cutting out all that torture and bloodshed. Sad.
Have turned life into an ordeal.
If Czechia made Hovis, this is where they’d film the adverts.
Given everything up to become a tramp.
An arduous trail out of Znojmo scattered with the shards of the shattered souls of cyclists come before.
I wish I cared. I don’t. All I want is … I don’t know what I want, but I don’t want this. I’ve had enough. The novelty’s worn thin. My nerves have worn thin. I’m feeling every minute of my 47 years 26 days on Earth in this form. I gave up trying to prove anything to others a while back, why should it be different with myself? Am I trying to prove something?
If so, I’m failing.
‘Enjoy’. ‘Have fun’. This is definitely not about that. It’s about, I guess, experiencing something unmediated, vividly. But why? I ask myself at the moment. Why?
It’s about pushing yourself forward when you really don’t think you can, and when you’re not even sure that you want to.
You can’t go back. You can never go back.
You can stop, but you don’t want to do that either.
So you go on.