{"id":3625,"date":"2019-01-17T15:23:56","date_gmt":"2019-01-17T15:23:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/runbikeeat.blog\/?p=3625"},"modified":"2022-12-05T10:42:19","modified_gmt":"2022-12-05T09:42:19","slug":"how-i-left-everything-behind-and-went-to-nobodyknowswhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wobblyride.com\/pl\/2019\/01\/17\/how-i-left-everything-behind-and-went-to-nobodyknowswhere\/","title":{"rendered":"How I left everything behind and went to Nobodyknowswhere"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Basel airport. Wizzair plane lands after a one-and-a-half-hour flight. I leave the plane and after a while, I pick up my luggage \u2013 an old backpack with my cycling bags inside and a big box with my bicycle and a lot of protective sponges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For the first time in my life, I have to put a bike together and, since my technical skills are slightly below average, I am a little bit stressed. Luckily I listened carefully to the instructions of my go-to mechanic and thanks to that \u2013 under the curious gaze of passers-by \u2013 I deal with this task in a little more than an hour. I put the cycle bags on and, hoping that I tightened all the screws correctly and that my wheel will not fall off on the road and I will not kill myself, I hit the road to the city centre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-full wp-image-3175\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_20180630_134959.jpg\" alt=\"dav\" class=\"wp-image-3175\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Putting my bike together was not as scary as I expected. Although I have to admit \u2013 it made me sweat.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0007.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0007\" class=\"wp-image-3176\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0021.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0021\" class=\"wp-image-3177\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-full wp-image-3178\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0013.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0013.JPG\" class=\"wp-image-3178\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Basel is a cycling city. Everybody cycles everywhere. Even with a suitcase as a trailer.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Basel is the first stop on my journey to Nobodyknowswhere. I have a few months just to enjoy the ride, get to know new places, and new people and break out of my safe daily routines. I don&#8217;t want to plan a lot in advance \u2013 I want to be surprised by where my wheels take me. I want to make some longer stops volunteering with WorkAway hosts and in Switzerland, I plan to spend a couple of weeks in the tiny alpine village of Obergesteln and visit Maya and Martin, who were my employers 8 years ago, when I worked in Switzerland as au-pair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am really lucky to be hosted in Basel by Ania \u2013 the best host ever. She takes me for an evening swimming in the river Rhone (the locals put all their stuff into a waterproof bag and swim with it down the river). It&#8217;s a very practical solution \u2013 you don&#8217;t have to worry about the things you leave on the shore or swim back upstream). Ania also shows me the best places to party (so that I can enjoy big city life before I go to the peaceful swiss countryside) and the prettiest streets of the old town. I start to regret that I haven&#8217;t decided to stay in Basel longer and I hesitate to get back on the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0002.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0002\" class=\"wp-image-3179\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0033.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0033\" class=\"wp-image-3180\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignnone size-full wp-image-3181\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0036.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0036\" class=\"wp-image-3181\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Exotic Basel \u2013 our visit to the botanic garden<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_20180630_221217.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_20180630_221217.jpg\" class=\"wp-image-3182\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>First after 1 p.m. the next day I start my 200 km long Tour de Suisse that I plan to cover in two days. Dreadful heat does not make it any easier. I could stop and fill my bottles with water at every fountain (which means at least twice in every village on the road) and still feel thirsty. Moreover, at one junction I ride as if I know the road instead of checking the map and after some kilometres I realize that I am on the wrong side of a mountain. I don&#8217;t take turning back as an option \u2013 I already went too far. So, when I finally get the chance, I start to roll slowly up a rather small, but pretty steep hill. After 200 meters I have to admit that even if I use all my energy for that uphill, I will not make it. Pushing the loaded Arrow is a dubious pleasure. Well, nobody forced me to come here! I could have gone to Bory Tucholskie or Netherlands instead, it would have been much flatter there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignnone size-full wp-image-3184\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/gopr5568.jpg\" alt=\"DCIM100GOPRO\" class=\"wp-image-3184\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">I usually like cycling, although at that particular moment I thought something else.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/gopr5569.jpg\" alt=\"DCIM100GOPRO\" class=\"wp-image-3185\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The evening is inevitably coming, I am running out of energy and I start to accept the thought that the 130 km I planned for today is far out of reach. Well, I will have to wake up early tomorrow and catch up. I find really cozy camping by a lake and I decide to end this torture after just 82,5 km.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-full wp-image-3186\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_20180701_200439.jpg\" alt=\"dav\" class=\"wp-image-3186\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Me and White Arrow, after work<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>After a night spent on the hard floor of my tent (&#8220;I&#8217;m not taking a mat with me, I don&#8217;t have space for that&#8221;), slightly sore, with no enthusiasm, I pack my stuff to continue my fight against the road. I am aware that today&#8217;s stage will be incomparably more difficult \u2013 the mountains are just beginning! Luckily there are at least some clouds in the sky, so cycling in the open doesn&#8217;t make me feel like butter set on a hot pan. The landscapes are quite pleasant too \u2013 a big part of my track winds along lakes, through cycling paths or roads with rather small traffic. Until Sarnen (where I originally was supposed to get the day before) everything goes perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter wp-image-3187\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_20180702_122945.jpg\" alt=\"bty\" class=\"wp-image-3187\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Luzern<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter wp-image-3188\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_20180702_145108.jpg\" alt=\"bty\" class=\"wp-image-3188\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The first fall because I didn&#8217;t unclip from SPD pedals \u2013 checked! Luckily I have some plasters I got from my amazing colleagues!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-full wp-image-3189\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/runbikeeatblog.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/07\/img_0084.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0084.JPG\" class=\"wp-image-3189\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The storm is coming!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In Sarnen I meet the first obstacles. First I fall down because I didn&#8217;t unclip from the spd-pedals and I have to make a break to clean my knee from sand and gravel and put a plaster on it. After a few kilometres a storm begins \u2013 heavy rain, thunders, it&#8217;s dark, terrifying and bad. I conclude that there is no point in climbing a mountain pass in weather like that, so I cycle to a train station to check, where can I get by train. The swiss railway brings me to Meiringen \u2013 a place where Sherlock Holmes fought a battle with Professor Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls. Unfortunately, I&#8217;m running out of time, so I cannot even make a short trip to the waterfall or visit Sherlock&#8217;s museum. I start an arduous climb to Grimselpass \u2013 from 600 m.a.s.l. I have to climb to 2164 m.a.s.l. and, honestly, I really doubt that the mission will be a success. Unfortunately, the latest bus took off about 2 hours before, so I have no other choice than just to slowly pedal in the rain. If I don&#8217;t manage to get to my destination before evening, I will just put up my tent somewhere and cycle the rest in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then, suddenly, rescue arrives! While I slowly climb meter after meter, refreshed by the pouring rain, an old van with a trailer overtakes me. \u2013 It would be cool, if he stopped and offered me a ride \u2013 comes to my mind. I could just load White Arrow on the trailer and be done! After a few hundred meters I see the van standing on the side of the road and an older man shouting if I need a ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2013 Heaven sent you! \u2013 I say to the driver who introduces himself as Jurgen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2013 Carlos, come and help me load the bike \u2013 calls Jurgen and a barefoot, southern-looking boy jumps from the car. The two gentlemen carefully put White Arrow on the trailer. 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This way I reach my goal before twilight, telling myself that I will defeat Grimselpass another time, but rather without all the bags. I take a deep breath enjoying the fresh mountain air and I take a look around me. The broad valley with the azure river Rhone in the middle is surrounded by steep slopes. I am sure that I will have enough challenges for the next few weeks here!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Basel airport. Wizzair plane lands after a one-and-a-half-hour flight. I leave the plane and after a while, I pick up my luggage \u2013 an old backpack with my cycling bags inside and a big box with my bicycle and a lot of protective sponges. 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