Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others
How to grasp riding in a climate so different than the one I got used to those days. Unforgiving heat that I'm soaking up with all of myself while pushing a 35 kg hog up the hillside of Wielka Racza... warm nights on the hills, no light pollution and crystal clear skies dotted with a matrix of stars and galaxies roaming above our heads. Fire, sausage, an orchestra of beetles, crawlers, crickets and other instruments listened to in new but somehow familiar company.
