Countdown

The final countdown started yesterday - two more weeks before the proper pedalling starts.

As there is not much time left, I decided to do cycle sessions around Cardiff every day as warm-up training.

Yesterday I rolled up to Barry.

Googlemaps said it was 10 miles away and would take 1 hour by bike. Pff, Google underestimated me - or so I thought. I was wrong.

The way to Barry was UUUUUUUp  'n downhill. Thankfully, there were a few hundred metres when the terrain was quite flat. I remember two of these stretches.

One was between Lavernock and Sully. There I had a feeling, a sort of flashback, from when I was in Serbia, on my way from Moravica to Kishegyes. I am on my way home from a wedding party, hung-over, feeling like a blossoming tree, sweating out the past, and breathing in a memory with every curve.

Fruska Gora and the white smoke of Kovin

Later, heading from Barry to the Knap beach, the town with all its closed down shops, and a street with all the too-colourful petrol stations/car services look like a mix of the crumbling industrial zone of Kovin in Serbia and the tax-free Andorra`s "petrol avenue".

But these are just minutes, and then I'm Running Up The Hill again.