1001 nights or listening to your gut feeling

Tanja

When I find myself in the sauna, I have to grin and shake my head at the same time. One of many incidents on this journey that seems to me like a fairy tale from 1001 Nights. The old tubs standing on the wooden benches, the women helping each other to scrub their backs or refill the water together.

Well, the idea that we could end up in a banya (sauna) in Kazakhstan or Russia is not that far off. The idea of spending the night in a yurt and drinking fermented horse’s milk is not so far away either. It is certainly understandable to have to vomit a lot at night because our bodies cannot tolerate the various bacteria or are not yet used to them. A Japanese man at the Christmas market in Nuremberg can certainly feel strange in his stomach when he eats unfamiliar grilled sausages and drinks mulled wine. So we move on from basic needs such as eating, sleeping and being able to wash ourselves to the various events that occur during a day’s travel. Leaving the comfort zone again and again. Be it accommodation that becomes our home for a few days or a tent. Cycling towards new experiences. Taking the step into the unknown again and again. Letting the tires spin and not knowing what the next camp will look and taste like. What people we will meet or what situation awaits us. A varied, colorful life which we can of course also determine and control to a large extent ourselves. How we meet others, whether we are in a good or bad mood. Whether we go to the trouble of describing our route to someone for the umpteenth time. Questions that we are asked, which are often always the same for us, have to be answered as if it were the first time. The people we meet along the way are always different.

Stay fresh, keep your heart open and trust in God that everything will go in the right order. On this cycling day, I really wanted to have a bath. The form in which it comes to me is always a surprise and this time it was a Kazakh sauna. Incidentally, I hadn’t asked for horse milk on this yurt evening. To be honest, my first feeling was to throw the Kumys away after the first sip. Nevertheless, I drank it because I don’t like waste. Well, you dear readers know what happened next and I have now learned something about waste. Which again confirms my feeling: We should all listen to it much more in the most diverse situations in life.

Are we crazy? And how can a trip like this be fun?

I am quite sure that we are crazy. However, I do not subscribe to this statement in any case if we consider the word crazy in conventional usage. For me, crazy means nothing other than looking at life from a different perspective. What I actually want to write about is the fact that we are now really cycling through a radioactively contaminated area. Of course, we wouldn’t plan something like this voluntarily. There is also no question of setting up camp here for longer. People live here and may not know it. Travelers move unsuspectingly through this area. (Except for the Japanese with the Geiger counters). Unfortunately, you can’t always avoid everything. To a certain extent, we humans are sometimes forced to endure a certain amount of toxins, radiation and harmful influences. Be it the computer we look at for 8 hours a day or the poor sitting posture. Food that is partly genetically modified and has been sprayed with fertilizer and poison to end up on our plates. Vapors from bad, cheap carpets and dyes in clothing. We humans are constantly exposed to stresses that are not good for us and are harmful to our health. In our western society, we still have a little choice and can afford clothes without toxic dyes and good office chairs, for example.

On our journey we are often exposed to situations, events, efforts, unpleasant sleeping places, bad food and more, which we would not choose in this form. Some of it may read very adventurous. Surely the question arises as to how such a journey can be fun? With the right attitude, a sense of humor and the joy of experiences that are new every day. To have the gratitude to be able to report on different peoples and to connect them. I enjoy cycling and there is so much space on the horizon that my eyes don’t bump into anything. The soul takes flight and the longer we pedal, the more peace, balance and deep contentment come into our thoughts.

In the last few chapters, Denis has written a lot about the state of our Mother Earth and how we humans mercilessly use resources as if we still had ten earths in reserve. We don’t have that and we have to do something:

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