Ozora festival 29.07-05.08(rest!)

I didnt plan going to this festival (psychedelic tribal gathering,which origined from people's reunions during eclipses decades ago) when I started the trip,but my parents suggested that we should go when I was on my first kilometers in Italy,and I thought it might be possible to reach ozora by bike,in time.

To be honest I didn't know what this festival is about or what bands are going to be there,but since my parents have a quite decent(and similar to me) taste in music,I thought whatever is going to be there,I will enjoy,and I will definitely enjoy meeting all these new people,because its a big festival after all
My parents arrived in their  little american van:chrysler voyager (old&rusty and almost undestructible,like all our previous cars) with an inflatable matress inside,acumulators,a solar panel,another big sheet of waterproof material(like mine) a portable grill(so small it was funny),and some clothes I asked them for(yay! no more smelly,wet&sweat shirts)

It would be no problem for me to find a place to camp,because I have been doing this for whole last month,and lets face it,with my bike&stuff, I only need 2 meters square of space,but with my parents and their car tagging along,huh,not so easy anymore.
As a familz of 3,we are lazy,very LAZY,so we couldnt be bothered to go far on the camping site available inside the ozora festival, we stopped maybe 500m from the entrance(and so far away from all the stages :/)but bathrooms&showers where near.
In the morning I noticed the strangest thing,Slovenia was freezing,but Hungary is like hell,and they are right next to each other!!!,sun starts frying at very early in the morning(7 am),and doesnt stop till like 20:00.
This fact made it slightly impossible to schedule any partying or assisting the workshops/activities (yoga,martial arts introduction,discussions,brainstorming etc)

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because everything besides the music would mostly happen in the morning and in the afternoon,somewhere around 18:00 when the killing temperature would drop I would go out and hit the dancefloor on ony of the stages(main stage, pumpui-music almost 24h, dragon stage-personal opinion:not worth the time, artibarn).

Type of music: I am not a big fan of techno music,and anything that isnt really energetic or hasnt got a lyrics and singer/s, but this festival is mostly techno,trans and electronic music, what made me change my mind and opinion about this sort of tunes, is the bass.
The speakers at any point of this festival wouldn't kill your ears with high tones,but would make your belly,stomach and feet vibrate from the deep bass, and as weird as it sounds,I found this sensation to be very enjoyable. (Specially at night with all the crazy neon lights&decorations around)

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People: So I found Ozora was mainly dominated by Germany (just like Poland was during frist and second world war) second most frecuent nation was the French people,and since I made a lot of french friends during this festival I was told they dont have succh events in France,so this is why they all come here,and I was also told, over and over,that what we think in Europe about french nationalism and hate for english and speaking this language is just NOT TRUE ! They really try to speak English, and they don't hate it,they are just very embarresed andd shy, and most of all, friends I made told me the level of english taught at school is just too low to be able to comunicate freely.
Third nation to dominate the festival was Austria,and I dont know if they all just love this sort of music and events,or they come here because its(relatively) close, if it wouldnt be for the number plates on the cars, I couldnt even tell the differencce between Austrians and Germans.
Least but not last,there was Netherlands, needless to say what they mostly contributed to the festival(I think) .
But enough about nations,what you mostly need to know about the people at Ozora is the spirit,the mentality,the way of looking at life,call it the way you want,but its unique,so MANY people,and we all share the same positivity,the same love for each other,no need to show off, no agression, creative spirit and will/eagerness to learn new things,not only abitilies,but to learn about other cultures, lifestyles,and stop being an ignorant sitting at home in his confort zone, critisizing people/nations around the world without even ever being there.

Everyone I met,was unique in his own way,I met young German guys from the army (getting ready to invade Poland again huh? just kidding :P ) along with them was a guy who tried to have his own punk band,and sort of came here to look for new people to continue his project with,a french acrobat who wrote poems in his free time,weirdest of all I met DOZENS of people studying my exact degree (eng. industrial design and product development) a whole lot of braiding/crocheting enthusiasts,so I spent hours talking with them,showing my own jewellry,decorations and projects My old crafting blog (take a second,its mostly nice pictures ) During the last day I met a Turkish guy waliking with a very equipped bike,and yes,after the festival he is planning to cycle 1000km around what we know as the coutries that formed old Yugoslavia, he boight a really expensive bike,and this was his first (but not last,I bet)trip.

On second day I went shopping with my bike,to the nearest lidl which was almost 30km away(relatively close comparing to my normal daily distance) and on my way I had to exchange money in a bank,and there was a couple by the ATM trying to withdraw money,but something seemed to be wrong with their card.I noticed they had ozora's bracelets on,and I asked if they need any help,I can exchange them some cash,or borrow/give if they need for thee taxi or food....but after I withdrew money with my card the ATM started working well again,and thed whole problem was gone.Afterwards during the festival I met them again twice,and we even hang out during a whole day. Generally I made a lot of friends,and the last two days I stayed a lot with these three couples who made a charming camp with their three vans,and they had a lot of shining cute decorations for their kids.They were  so nice,polite,and treated me like their family(pretty much like everyone at ozora!!)

I must say I am very positively surprised with the organization of the whole thing,the bathrooms were very clean most of the time,toilet paper was refilled every few hours,drinkable water had very large queues in the key hours of the day,but waiting wouldnt be longer than 30min,same thing with showers,trash was thrown out every day,sometimes even twice a day, and since people were so nice,everyone in generall tried to keep the place clean,roads would be sprayed water on in the mid day,so no dust clouds emerged when cars passed by.All the surroundings&roads were dirt and grass,so 80% of people walked barefoot,its sort of a way to conect with nature,no worries:nobody threw or broke glass anywhere.

I definitely hope to go next year,because not only the music,but the people,the aura,the creativity,activities,and feeling like you belong,no matter who you are,is incredible.

How I decided to cycle 231km in one day

I slept in Boreci,a calm small village close to Hungarian boarder,and as I mentioned before,I am now 231 from Ozora festival(which starts 30.01,but neither me,or my parents who are also going,have any tickets,and there a 5 thousand tickets from sale available at the entrance,of course you have to be there PHYSICALLY, with your ID and wrist ready for official armband....

Not only was I anxious to meet my parents again after so much time,I also really wanted to get in&buy a ticket,and I thought,if I arrive to late,they might sell out,and I didn't do 4 thousand kilometers just to kiss the gates to paradise.

Its blurry because I was too exciteed

Day 27:2nd day in Slovenia/Boreci

Tonight was freezing,but that actually helps me sleep,and 12°C for a polish person should be summer(right?) I realized about half an hour into collecting my stuff and getting ready,that it's RAINING...UGH! my stuff still wasn't entirely dry from the Venice road-swimming,and it will get wet again,but at least in Italy it was warm!! -.-here it's freezing,and today again, my road is full of moutains,which means going uphill I will be warm,but downhill will be a inside-freezer experience,and full of adrenaline because my breaks aren't at their best,and I enjoy cycling at high speed(my dad keeps telling me one day it will end with ribs,teeth and asphalt stew,but Its his job to tell me this)

This is where I slept yesterday
Does this name ring a bell to informaticians&mass effect fans?

Somewhere halfway I strong wind started,but it also blew the clouds away,and it began to get warmer.

I ran a flat tire,and used my last tire,and let me tell you as much as I like slovenia,they don't really have big cities&shopping centres or big supermarkets(not even in Ljubljana,whole Slovenia is less than Warsaw's population....I think)

So I began to get really stressed about the fact that if I get a flat tire again,I have no way to fix it,or buy a new one

Why do I worry about this if I just changed one tire,and made sure both pressure in the front&back is okay?

Because,bad things like to come all at the same time,and roads are getting worse(and Hungary at the end of the day is 25km away from me,and I have been told they have....not such good asphalt)

Somewhere I managed to buy the most expensive 700-28C tire in my life!!! 6 FREQKING EUROS FOR A PIECE OF RUBBER?!?!? Jesus....

Not much happened today on the road,besides rain,of course I saw a lot of cycling travellers,and an impressive elderly couple on a tandem bike(2person-1bike) going uphill.I must say,their bike looked heavy...maybe they were German ,and it was a modern tank of some sort(September is incoming and they feel like invading Poland? Hahaha I don't know)

I didn't even realize that my phone battery was dying and that my power bank is running low(I noticed later in the morning of the next day)

Boreci turned out to be a charming village(finally out of moutains and surrounded by fields,by the way, today I cycled 14% inclination on uphill road,and 18% downhill,CRAZY!!!) I find houses in Slovenia so nicely designed,normally bright walls,with dark wooden finishing,and a dark brown,or red brick roofs,grass EVERYWHERE is cut to a minimum height,gardens seems actually quite minimalistic,small amounts of flowers,but very pretty&coulourfull ones,some people conserve old windmills and wells on their property,plenty of horse stables,sheep and mosquitoes

Tomorrow I am going to Hungary,and I am only 231km away from Ozora festival,where I will reunite with my parents,again!!!(shame my phone died and I can't call&tell them this news)

I am to tired to go around the village and ask for a place to sleep,and I rested well yesterday on the couch I was offered in Trojane,so today I will sleep in bushes next to a sunflower field,and I will plan my destination in Hungary,in the morning

SLOVENIA IS A MUST!!!!

I cannot even express how very impressed I am by slovenia.I was expecting a little bit country a little bit like Russia and what I got is actually something so different!!!
So I cross the Slovenian border very early in the morning because Trieste was maybe twenty kilometers from Slovenia,and every cyclist and person I met on the street with smile some of them would wave at me and it's so beautiful everything is green and the houses are so nicely designed, okay it's a little bit cold and I had to put on my sweater and everybody else is just wearing t-shirts and short pants so I guess, well I hope I'm going to get used to this climate soon....
Anyway besides the people being awesome,the roads are good aswell,curvy, and a lot of moutains,but nothing terrible.
And as I progress I meet dozens,A LOT,of people doing similar trips to mine,and it cheers me up so much,at some point in the moutains I saw a guy sitting next to his equipped bike,so I thought "I'm in no rush,I want to talk to him" so I stopped and I did.
As always,amazing person,German guy, he's come all the way from Mexico(well he definitely took ships on the way yes)and he's going now to Croacia and then back to Germany....wow,now that's a long trip!!
I planned to sleep in Trojane today(yes like the computer virus) and thanks to all the moutains I arrived with almost no battery and around 19:30 :/ I entered a bakery(the only opened thing in this tiny village) and asked if I can sit down and charge my phone,the ladies behind the counter smiled and said it's no problem...few minutes later they asked me where I come from,and what am I doing here,so as always in these situations I talked about my journey,and they couldn't quite believe it.Then I was hugged,simply one of the ladies came to me and hugged me!!! Then they offered me food and water and anything I needed,asked where I am going to sleep and after having a long shouting discussion in Slovenian they called a waiter from nearby restaurant(which I didn't know existed) and he told me he can offer my a sofa at his barn...oh I was so happy!!! When he did ished work he helped me with my bike,prepared the sofa,brought a blanket and a pillow,water&food,called his friend and we stayed chatting till half past midnight.What nice people they are,I am loving Slovenians!!!

Last seaside stop:Trieste/Trst

It was hard to leave Venice not only because it's a lovely city and my Couchsurfing host was great,but also because of the 3km of struggling through tiny passages and bridges full of stairs....
Thank god today's road was sunny,after yesterday immense storm,my clothes&sleeping bag will be able to dry in the sun while cycling.
I am happy,rested,devices charged,roads seems flat in the map(it ended up being hell after halfway...the nearer to slovenia,the more moutains,and people seem a little bit less friendly
Also it's getting colder,very,very fast as I advance,going from 36C full sun,to 21C wind &clouds,not fun.
Nothing outstanding happened today on the road,or at least nothing that I can remember (this trip is intense in everyway and my brain is often saturated)
While almost reaching the place I found near Trieste/Trst (Slovenians hate vocals)in park4night app,I stopped at a supermarket to buy water &veggies for tonight(by the way I bought some awesome tomatoes,delicious!!)and 3 customers plus the two cashier started asking me about my trip,and admiring what I am doing,and all of a sudden when I was already sad about being so close to slovenia,it was all great again
It seemed like it would rain,and wind was very strong,but in the end I slept in a huge forest next to the parking lot and nothing happened.
I must say I had some incredible views

Edit:I forgot to say that on my way I met an amazing couple of cyclists pretty much exactly equipped like me the woman was from Switzerland and the guy was from Australia and they were going from Switzerland to Australia(haha!) and they were planning to do around 50 to 80 kilometers a day, and I can understand this because you know not everyone is a sportsman and this way they can enjoy the views much more and you know be less tired ....I pretty much every day end up dead tired. We've exchanged contacts and they even gave me like a small piece of paper with their blog so when I find it I'll definitely make sure to together the post and and put their blog so we can follow them really amazing and nice people and yeah I'm really looking forward to to seeing them finish the trip!! Also it was pretty much the first time I saw such a young couple doing trip cuz almost all the people I see doing the same thing as me are normally 30 and older(nothing against them,it's just the age difference)

70km swimming:how to arrive in Venice

Storm....another storm
Today I had 180km to go,but I will be hosted in Venice (couchsurf) so O don't mind arriving tired,but,I didn't expect my GPS would lead me 4 times into a highway,and I ended up doing 20 extra km,filled with stress and anger...after km 100 strong wind full of sand started blowing,and I lost my cycling glasses long ago,so I can't see anything!!! I just watch the white line of the road and hope it will pass...but no,its getting better,now it's raining aswell,and at some point it rained so hard I couldn't see the car in front of me....
Not to mention temperature dropped to 20°C(from 30+,so that's terrible for me)rain on my head,my polar is soaking,my shoes have personal lakes inside,my bags(MY EVERYTHING!!!! is wet,and dirty ebcause water from the road isn't clean) ponds on the streets,my bike splashes water at me,my feet is freezing,I can't feel my hands,water gets in my eyes,and all I can think of is sending my parents a message "of anything happens to me,I just want you to know,you are my everything and I will always love you"
Also, I forgot to say, lightning were striking less than One kilometre away from me,and I could feel the ground vibrating...honestly I was shitting myself from fear
But then I thought,I can't stop,I have a sleeping place today,for free...IN VENICE FOR GODS SAKE
And if I am alive after so many days of this trip,my stuff is all wet anyway,and I can't feel colder,only worst thing to happen is a flat tire,or stronger wind...I am continuing
Like this 70km went by....endless 70 kilometers,but what doesn't kill you,makes you stronger,and I really think I am invincible now(too cocky?)

Of course,as predicted,fee kilometers after the rain ended,and 10-15km away from Venice,FLAT TIRE 😒 ugh! Oh well,I sent a message to my host:Sam,that I will arrive later that expected,change my tire,while 20 people who passed by complimented me on my skills,took the long bridge to Venice and arrived at the last bike-accesible road,3km away from my hosts house....great,nothing better than struggling through Venice's tiny paths and bridges full of STAIRS....I was more tired from lifting my bike than from cycling almost 200km...Jesus Christ

Full of tourists(VERY FULL,REALLY) and not so nicely smelling,but Venice is still great,and the people!! So nice,opened and friendly ,everyone smiles at me,and asks about the bike and trip
My host is an awesome guy who owns a guest house,and his apartment is on the highest floor of the building,attic with balcony...amazing! Really nice to talk too,funny and had a good taste in music,bed was just a mattress on the ground,but still amazing.
I hanged(ALL) of my wet stuff all around,plugged devices for charging,and fell asleep somewhere near 1am....yeah,no sleep for me today,because I can wake up as late as 8 otherwise I will start to late, with too much sun,and might not do my daily km

Venice's roofs are so funny

No idea what this is xD

Garda lake,polish tourists and friendly hedgehog

It was SOOOO hard to leave Milan and my freshly made friends(amazing Pakistani couple,read prev post ;) )and to start cycling again...ugh comfort zone is such a dangerous thing.Something around 160km,as always,mostly flat,so that's great,almost no cyclists on the way,and a lot of wind (because dragging a ~20-something kg bike,with counter aerodynamic shape isn't hard itself )I am feeling quite relaxed and no muscle pain,and I can even FEEL my hands&fingers again!!but that will change soon
I can't remember much more details about today's road,most was very thin roads,so trucks would pass centimetres from me,and the wind they produce is the worst thing,I broke my vegan diet:I swallowed around 3 flies today(I know, disgusting) protein for the muscles I guess xD Few branches slapped me in the face(maybe they were french trees)
Anyway,I arrived at Peschiera del Garda(practically 20km away from Werona)NICE little city,but soon full of tourists,I entered Lidl to buy food,and to my surprise 70% of people inside were... polish
Is it possible to hate people from your own country? Yes,very.Specially when they seem like uncivilised monkeys(no offence to monkeys)ugh,they walk so slow,occupy all the space and have loud discussions throughout the shop
The parking I found on park4night app didn't turn out to have any caravans/vans parked,so O found a couple of trees nearby and thought to myself "yeah,that's okay,but maybe if I ask someone will offer a bed, worth a try" but the place was too rich-turist filled,so everyone just told me to get a hostel or camping/bungalow(HAHAHAHHA no.)
A little disappointed,I inflated the mattress I got from the awesome french couple I met in Spain,locked my bike to nearby fence,and fell asleep
I got woken up by some rumours next to my ear,and it's because a friendly hedgehog decided to pay me a visit,awwwww,first time I see a hedgehog from so close,what a chubby creature(spiky ball) I tried to make some noise so he would go away(cmon I don't wanbt him to stab me with all his needles while I sleep) but he couldn't care less.
Before I fell asleep again incredible wind started blowing,and lightings would illuminate the sky every 10-30seconds,I hate storms...I wrapped my sleeping "bed" and bike in my waterproof material,and barely slept till the morning because of the noise and vibrations on the ground from the lightning....I also messaged few people from Venice on Couchsurfing (who knows,it would be great to visit this iconic city)

Rest day 2 new great friends!!!

Today I woke up at 10,and I went to sleep quite early,but I guess all my exhaust has accumulated,and I swear it seemed like I could sleep whole day,but come on,I can sleep when I am dead,now I am in Milan,and there is no time to waste.

Again googling,but today I wanted to focus on art galleries,street art,expositions,museums,and in the evening visit the canals,where all the young&creative people hang out.

No,barley anything is for free,jesus! All everything I read about museums and expositions is interesting,but almost always mentions that somewhere around 2013-14, a entry fee was introduced...so that's where all the Americans and Russians came here huh? Yes,I have a strong belief they are the sucker tourists who don't fill fulfilled if they don't pay for something,or just show that they came here to spend their life savings to the last cent....

I managed to find 8 free expos thanks to the Visit Milano app( found on ciaomilano website) saved the locations on my map,took the bike and began the tour,two expositions were closed,other two turned out to have entry fee,and the remaining required money to bring in a camera/mobile....ugh :/so no pictures,first expo was about the caste I visited yesterday(centre of Milan),second was about Chinese culture of emperors,(mostly expo of clothing and design,so that was nice) and the other two were simply a photography galleries,not bad,but I don't have a particular passion about photography.

When I finished my exhausting tour around museums,I decided to waste some time walking around the duomo,the plaza,shopmalls and etc.saw a lot of street artists(gymnasts,paintors, musicians...,)and while I asked someone to take a picture of me holding a bike,a Arabic couple asked if they can have a picture with me,and I was so amused and surprised, but happily agreed.

And we part ways....but few meters later I feel a pat on my shoulder,and it's them again,asking me what is it that I actually do with my bike,so I told them about my trip and they instantly asked if I wanted to have walk with them,have a dinner and tell them more about me

WOW

Since I didn't really have other plans,and this was amazing opportunity to meet new people,I agreed.

We walked for a long while around the city,visited the canals where millennials (ugh,young people?)were already gathering,sat and spoke for a while,and then they offered to take me to their apartment on the old public tram transport of Milan (makes a lot of noise,and seems like falling apart while stopping,but besides amazing)

Nicely modern designed flat,they offered me to shower,and fresh clothes,and they insisted that I felt at home(all the time,and I was amazed).

We talked a lot while they were making dinner(delicious spicy vegetables,oh the smell!!)

So Saqib,my dear friend now,is a writer,and he is planning on opening his own business in Italy,so very ambitious and successfull man,with a lot of wisdom about different cultures,mindsets,human nature and life in general.I really enjoyed talking with him and his dear wife about philosophy and education(he had same views:school wastes the time of smart people)We then watched funny videos on youtube,then they showed me incredible Pakistani bikes doing tricks,and I must say,for them gravity isnt a thing...amazing!!!

I got sleepy and realized it was almost midnight,and my bike lights were in the hostel,but no worries,my new friends offered me a sleepover the first moment I entered their flat,so it was ironic that I had a hostel already,but I had such great time with them I decided to sleep in their spare room.

Just before falling asleep Saqib knocks on my door and asks is I want to come with them to the Gardaland theme park tomorrow,and my heart melted,because they wanted to pay the train,and spend the whole day with me,and assured me that they would be very happy to do so,and that all music stuff I can leave at their place,and that they will bring enough food and water zso that I have nothing to worry about...

I REALLY....REALLY wanted to accept,but I was already being lazy for past two days,and I sort of wanted to continue my trip and oh...I declined,and it broke my heart more than theirs...in the morning they prepared me breakfast,and gave my financial support,even though I declined they told me they won't let me out if I don't accept,and even though it's not the first time for me,I still cry happy tears,they hugged me goodbye,and I left to get my stuff from hostel and return to my daily 150km...but we will stay in contact,for sure,and world is small.I hope to meet them again!!!

Day 21:Rest day in Milan

As planned I decided to stay for at least a day in Milan,because its the city of design,art,history and fashion(mostly).
I study(or maybe I should say studied?,because university was disappointing,and the idea of continuing...ugh) engineering in industrial design and product development.I know,sounds fancy right? I thought so too,and I thought it would be amazing,but first year was just like college,boring! I chose it because my hobby is making jewelry,decorations, origami...I just like making!
And I thought,what better place to learn,get inspiration,discover or copy good ideas(life is all about copying and improving).

My parents found me a hostel,I waited for check in,paid the room,which turned out to be great(shared with just one person instead of 6)and started to think what the hell should I visit,like I know absolutely nothing about this city(prepared as always right xD?)and should I go walking and wear my cotton clothes for the first time in this trip,or liberate the bike from its elephant-weight bags& equip and wear my usuall sports clothes(I have very....very noticeable tan lines)
I chose to do tourism on my bike,because the thought of walking 4km from one attraction to another...ugh! So I showered,changed and started googling FREE places to see in Milan.
To my disappointment,there aren't many of those,of course,you can see the duomo(only outside for free) and it's piazza(plaza),same with 90%of museums and expos,most of other cathedrals and all castles are opened,also the big cementary,the huge park with the  acquario(it was closed)...
I would love to tell you which places I visited,but there were so many,I don't remember....Duomo&plaza,porta nuova,cementary,3-4castles,all of the cathedrals(jesus,there's dozens of those)...and all of this took me around 6, hours,then I decided it's time to start going back to the hotel and buy something to eat.
While shopping a wall of rain fell down(couldn't see through)ofc my bike was soaking,and I wasn't happy to cycle like 8km with street water splashing all around,and air was so humid and warm,ew,it's like you're going through jelly....

Piacenza,happiness and MILAN!!!

is it me or this buildings looking rather bulky this morning? ;-)

Yesterday in Bobbio,I was told that my way from there to Milan is finally going to be flat,and it was true, I only had 20km left of mountain,and not so many hills today,and then flat road all the time,I decided to visit&stop for a second at Piacenza today(because it looked big in the map,and why not?) By the way,I started cycling today very late, around 9 or something like that,but moutains were cloudy, so that was okay.

Génova,mountains and tunnels

As you know yesterday I slept in the mountains,somewhere around 10 km away from Savona,so today I am going to Génova by seaside road and then going north,because I want to visit Milan,so the biggest town I could find somewhere mid way from Savona to Milan,is Bobbio,150km away....but since my gps doesn't have bike roads for Italy(wtf ????) I use the car GPS on avoid: highways,ships,and payment mode,and it doesn't show how much I will go up(from sea lvl) or down, but let me tell you,savona-genova I didn't even notice when I finished, as I said,Italian roads are a dream for cycling.But then he'll started,first 30km from Genova to Bobbio were just going up,all the time,okay, there were some flat parts,but after going upwards for so long,the flat parts don't seem so flat,and my legs were rock solid.When I stopped somewhere on the way to refill my water bottles(public foutain)I could barely walk.WHEN ARE THIS MOUNTAINS END?!?!

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITALY!!!!!

I left Monaco a little late,since I didn't want to wake up my Couchsurfing host too early,and I didn't have functional GPS till almost arriving in Italy,so I was just guiding myself with offline map,signs, and asking people,and YAY!!!from afar, I see the building or the Italian-French boarder,the flags, and big blue sign,and as I go by, a Italian officer smiles and says "Buongiorno" and it caught me by surprise and I responded him some invented word,I just wasn't prepared, and immediately I stop,sit at the boarder of the sea and start jumping like a little excited girl,and tears are going down my cheeks as I call my parents :"I AM IN ITALY!!!" And my dad asked with panic " are you ok, is everything allright?!?!" I said yes,of course,I am just so happy,I am crying from joy,to be honest I don't know why I was so happy, but I was and still am.

Cyclists:THEY ARE EVERYWHERE IN ITALY,and when I say everywhere I mean it, if a tunnel has a "no bikes" sign,you see a group on 10cyclists going out of it,cities are full, beachfront is full of bikes,restaurants, everything...and most of them smile,wave, and say "Ciao" when passing by

(Eddie izzard prepared me for this check6:48)

 and they move so well between cars, and they are so agile!!!

Roads:they are like taken straight out of my dreams,prefect dark flat and fresh looking asphalt, if I'd have a glass of water in my hand while smcycling today, no spills would happen,I can guarantee,this is amazing,roads are well described,just by the coast,beautifully views,accessible hills,awwwww!!!and somewhere near San Remo, a full cycling road emerges, it's like a highway for bikes!!! 3 lines,bothways, and line for slower bikes, it was around, 30-40km long,also perfect asphalt(I didn't even notice those 30km)with its own tunnels,resting areas water fountains in case you need to refill your bottles...this is a dream for me.

I must say,so far,Italians seem to me like a very fit nation,all the people I see are fit,sporty,or skinny,or all of the above,and that's great,maybe it's the cycling and great infrastructure,maybe it's just to look good, it doesn't matter.
I absolutely totally and fully love Italy,people are polite,smile,cycle and look happy,roads are great,views are to die for,I am just so happy!!!I barely noticed today's almost 140km,didn't need to buy water, food prices are similar to Spain(cheaper than Cote D'Azur).....
Today I am sleeping in the wild mountains of Bergeggi,a small village 10km away from Savona, and there is a paragliding landing zone 200m away from me,how cool is that? It's very high, so might be refreshing at night, but that's good because I sleep better when it's slightly cold, and my sleeping bad was to thick so far,and the views are so nice!!! By the way, 3 tiny wild pigs just stopped by me to say hello, they made noise coming out of bushes and literally stopped for a minute to look at me

I am sorry I never post pictures but my data transfer and phone battery don't allow me this luxury often

Day17: Monaco&Couchsurfing

So yesterday I slept at a parking lot,and I woke up so tired,the place was very warm,quiet and calm, except the darn mosquitoes,so conditions were good,but I just couldn't sleep,I woke up at 2&3 in the morning,then at 5, and finally at six, and couldn't sleep again,so when I thought about making a choice, between rushing 162 km to Italy, and sleeping at the frontier, or trying to ask for Couchsurfing in Monaco,

Need for speed:bike edition

Ahhhh, today was great!!!I woke up so well rested, and with great humor.switched on the GPS, chose La Lavandou as my sleeping place, Toulon and heyers as my stopping places.aaaand In return I get info telling me I will have 1200m of way up,and 1100m way down.....oh yeah, my quads are already telling me to f*** off.I will buy water on nearest station, bc mountains per hour are like almost 1,5L, not kidding,the sweat is real.I started out with 20,almost 30km of fairly flat road,and then it begun,an endless almost 20km long, way up...jesus, I almost suffocated on some of those hillsz but my gosh, the views,and the huge respect and smiles from all the other cyclist, everyone waving and saying bonjour, someone even patted me on the back while going pass me.Sweet.everyone I saw while going down I thought "wow, you are going to have a long way up in a minute,good luck"somewhere on km 70, in a little village a group of people shouted and whistled at me, and I thought agh, something fell off my bike,or they are just bored.but no! They stopped me to ask me where I am going, and to have a chit chat, later on they invited me for a cola, and funny frenglish conversation(Google translator, thx for existing) offered me a place to sleep, with a swimming pool and all, but I denied, because I still had some way to go, and I don't know, now that it's almost 22:00, I think I was stupid, I should've accepted a bed, no matter the distance,I wasn't supposed to do this for time, but for experiences...oh well, we all make mistakes.to resume, I am charging my phone down a turistic info boot,and I will sleep at a parking lot, hopefully, I gotta go see if my bike is okay, and inflate the mattress,Good night!!!

Day 15,I slept in Martigues port

Today's road was mostly windy and quite boring, besides some typically small beautifully towns, and old cool cars, not much happened,a lot of cleaning up from yesterday's national France day,I slept near a natural reservoir with flamingos(didn't see any) and from the lake you could see ALL the fireworks,and hear some music,and it was amazing, besides the German couple sleeping in an old wolkswagen next to me very very nice and we had a good talk.I arrived quite early at Martigues (about 4, earlier than I expected with that God darn wind) I stopped at carrefour, bought food and water,sat down, called my parents, and after finishing the call I got sentimental and few years dropped, and I was so tired and still had no place to sleep, so a pair of men came up to me to ask if I am okay,one spoke English ,and the other not a single word(french pure blood) and they told me if I want,I can come to the port, there are showers and I can rest there, and even charge my phone.So I went along and followed them there.Indeed I charged my phone and showered,had a 30min nap, and they asked me where am I planning to sleep, so I said I don't know, any safe 2m2 of ground is perfect for me.So a new guy came and offered me to sleep in his boat, so I agreed, but it was very windy in it, and I wouldn't close an eye...so before 10, they told me it's okay, o can sleep in other part, or in one of their cars(and by this point I got scared, because sleeping in some strange single mens car, after they invited me to a grill with them, they put some music,and complimented my looks, ha! Suspicious isn't it?!) But them they realized I am afraid, and they said if It's not okay, they will go away, and let me sleep in the woman's bathroom and give me the key and all, so I said it's okay,and trusted them with the car, which turned out to be okay, they didn't attempt anything at all, were very polite and I slept well.But you know, it's just that, if a woman feeds you,offers you shower, shelter,food and compliment,you don't expect her to harm you, do you? But with men...yeah, society ain't equal at all.my instinct turned out to be okay but I don't this I will risk like this again

Just another day in country of wine

This non-english speaking nation called french have spoken huge culture of wine, every little freaking town and village, and region has its own unique grapes,history,and winemaking industry(and a patisserie of course) today I planned 130km, and somewhere near Béziers un a little village I hear an orchestra and all the people walking in the same direction, so I switched off my gps,and camera on, and made all the possible pictures, of military cars churches,flags and orchestra,meanwhile the townspeople talked to me in french(3-4 people, but I SOOOO didn't understand anything, just smiled and knotted with my head....wind stopped halfway(km 60-70) ahhhh finally!!! I can go from doing barely 15km/h to 20-22(yeah bike is heavy now,and less aerodynamic) besides wine places and a lot of circus wehicles passing by me, and 10% of cars are caravans, nothing interested happend on the way.
I arrived in the town I chose Palavas Les Floyd(south of Montpellier-lovely big city, too touristic tho) and all the parking spots have been modofied,no caravan in sight, nothing, ahhhh, why?! I am so angry, and so sad at the same time, my stomach was hurting, and my water was ending and I started to ask everyone and anyone if they know a place to sleep here, or just 2m2 of safe ground, nothing, everyone on restaurants told me to go away, and people looked bad at me, small touristic places are a bad choice, lesson learned, so I sit down, drink cola and take a paracetamol before I die from stomachache,call my parents crying,and find out their day is shit as well, my mum had an epileptic attack,rather is bad , and they are tired and depressed....but somehow I know how they feel,and it makes me feel good just to hear their voice,I Google for caravan parkings again, there is one,8 good opinions in the park4night app, near the Montpellier(TINY) airport, and some lakes with ducks and flamingos(they weren't actually here :( ) I found the spot,and a very nice German young couple who are travelling France in their old wolkswagen van.Happy ending after all, but it ended up in 20km deviation,and guess what, mosquitoes will have a feast today...oh well, my battery is low and it's almost half past ten already...good night!!

Invincible snakes and my 1st official sponsors

Day 13,finally in France,I slept barely 6 hours,and the wind would move my sleeping bag last night, but I am so happy to be here, yesterday I planned to get to Valras-Plage,150km away, the medium distance I do normally, but first 40km of my road are pure mountains,and the wind didn't help, so I had a mental breakdown,because I hadn't slept&rested,I haven't eaten yesterday because I was to focused on getting to France and I didn't stop to buy the groceries...and all these little things accumulate, and made it a misery,But thank god, I have my parents to call, and battery on my phone to do so.They always cheer me up, the mere sensation of hearing their voice lifts my spirit.So they gave me advice on what to eat and how to avoid concentrating on the bad things,I went to Lidl bought an 1,26€ avocado(SO EXPENSIVE!!!) and some cashews, my salt and electrolytes are low because of the incredible amounts of sweating per day,I also bought my favourite drug-cola zero(the caffeine!!!)and two water bottles, one I drank straight away and put magnesium in it,other was for later.

At almost 10 in the morning,I start my route again,but the wind is still making me feel like I'm cycling in place(what is wrong with this weather for god's sake)

And somewhere around km70 of today's distance, I decided(it was almost 13:00) that no way, I am to mentally and physically broken to do 150km today, I am googling the nearest decent place with caravan parkings and that's it, turns out there was some parking and small  coast-town 40km away,so, hardly,but it can be done.

I drove over a snake on my way, which almost took my teeth away from the impact, what a tough son of....I thought it was just dead skin,but I stopped afterwards and he was all ok, making his way into the woods... wtf?!?! I wish I would be this ok when someone drives over me.

Cool band,french(so I feel like I belong here while listening to them, and my phone music app know I'm in France because swear to god, I have maybe 10 songs of The dø, and I hear them 20% over all the other songs(around 600)

Anyway, as it has happened before,I arrived at Port La Nouvelle, this place I chose and the spots for caravans are literally right behind the beach, whats the problem? Nobody sleeps there, because the water at night gets up to there,yeah WHAT?! I found out after asking local people.

Tired,desperate and unhappy, I start asking random people do they know where I can sleep, most of people at restaurants just look bad at me and say they don't have an idea,and the rest are people who drove here for the beach, and don't live here...

But suddenly I see a young women in her front patio of the house talking over to her mum through the balcony, and I though, why not? I will ask them if they know, and my inexistent abilities at speaking french, didn't really help, but after few uncomfortable hand signs conversations and my spanish-french attempts, it turns out Rebecca, and her mum speak English, are Swiss,and come here for two weeks of holiday,every year,they said if I really don't mind I can sleep into their patio, and shower, and wash my clothes.Tears of joy emerged as I left my bike, unpacked my stuff, wore a swimming costume, and went to the sea with them(water was SO,SOOOO freezing, and I never though me,a polish person, would say that) but the sun was still nice at 19:00.Then I was offered a warm shower and some fruit to eat, hung my clothes to dry, and we spoke for a while about their adventures, i commented some of my experiences so far, and thanked a dozens for a safe shelter to sleep, to what so was told instead of the ground I will be given a bed,awwwww!!!! That allowed me to totally relax, and their neighbours, a reeeeeally polite elderly couple invited them for "Aperitif",(I didn't really know what that is, but it turns out to be a nice evening of snacks ,talking and catching up, so sweet)and I got invited.

So there was a German family,me,my hosts, and the elderly couple who also spoke german.it was fun, between the bare minimum I understand in french(thx to Spanish/Latin) and German that I had in school(I know how to count to 20!!) I was forcing my brain to understand.time flew to like 9 pm, we said our goodbyes.I ate, and engaged in large conversation with Rebecca and her mother(I am so sorry for not remembering her name!!!)and few moments later,I was given twenty euros as a sponsorship, so I can eat better, or sleep somewhere else than parkings,or just buy equipment.of course at first I tried to deny it, cmon they are already being so great and giving me a bed,shower and washing my clothes...but they really wanted to and I was surprised, tired and most of all happy.How kind!!! How amazing, speechless is how I felt. After being offered  a warm camomille and any food in case I want some, I went to sleep, charged my phone and battery...Ahhh what a lovely end of the day!!! If only this happened everyday(but then I guess it would be too easy)oh well

The last sights of Cataluña

I have decided,today day 12 I will sleep in France,no matter what,I found Cerbére,small French village right after the frontier,thanks to the French couple from day 10, I was recommended an app "park4night" that tells you of possible camping&caravan spots poeple found, used and got away with.Also, they gave me a small swimming pool mattress, so I didn't worry about sleeping, also today I didn't choose the road next to the coast, no, it was all worthless way up and down and extra km,so mainland,stop at km90 in Girona for a sleep, drink,sitting down and etc...windy again...yay :/ but I saw so many fields today, road were full, some polish trucks,loads of French registration plates, LOADS OF NEDERLAND....seriously, so many :O what are they even doing here
Oh well, there are loads of good thing to say about Catalonians(?) They hung up around 20 signs of "welcome refugees" "Our gates are opened" next to those wooden boards with offers " I will give room for work in the field" rent a home in exchange for reforming it...SO NICE!! and people smile, some punks sat in front of a Mercadona in Girona and started asking for money or food, and guess what, people come out of market,smile at them,give them their groceries, engage a conversation!!!! And Mercadona stuff came out with food, and gave it to them,Amazing,in Poland this doesn't happen.Okay, so the rest and lunch is finished, time to go to France (so many mountains left, and the zigzags of roads ugh) but I am determined and refreshed, so France here I come.
I cried when I crossed the boarded, and it was very windy on the way(few times I almost fell off my bike, 30km before France, it's already full of french.
When I cross the boarder and made my way downwards(FINALLY!!!) to Cerbére, I found the parking lot with campers and divers just sleeping on top of their car with their suits drying on branches(left suit est Sur la branche-watch Eddie Izzard on french)and an elderly couple next to me are cutting tomatoes and lettuce(tears of joy by now) healthy people, yay.They offered me water and show a fountain to fill my bottles, they even re-park their car next to a one parked for sale,I would be safer and more protected from the wind.Sweeet!!! Later a younger couple in improvised fiat as a camper, parked, and I went to sleep with leftovers of tears, bottles full of water, smile on my face, and bloody wind still ruining my everything...
I don't know if it's the fatigue,or the wind, or the mosquitoes, but I slept bad, even though I was tired and wanted to, I couldn't shut my eyes...shame, but hey, 180km done,Spain finished and France prepare for bike Armageddon

Day 11(sleepover!!!)

bikefriendly city they even do biketours in barcelona http://biketoursbarcelona.com/

Barcelona here I come!!!!Because guess what, a friend I made during a trip(Ru7a siete,Google It, its a project for students,that takes them through selection for a trip around the 7 canary islands 5 days each,it's 45 people, and they do all sorts of stuff, hiking,cleaning the beaches, living together etc...) I also wasn't choosen for the thing so my summer is free thanks to that. Its because I am to  resourceful, and other kids would need it more- ant.So, knowing that I will have a bed to sleep, and a shower to use,I am going to Barcelona (a total of 1400 meters up,and 1300 down) but GPS insted of 140,shows 180 to my friends house, and I know I can't cycle this much in one row,so, I will have to stop,and probably eat on the way (I did a lot).

Random smiles are back

I don't know why, but since I entered Valencia, I felt lonely, unhappy,ignored,and a little bit out of place,because nobody smiled, nobody waved, nobody asks how I am...people just weren't nice anymore,cyclists wouldn't say hello or wave back...why? What's wrong Valencia? Do you hate me? Anyway,today I reached L'Ametlla de Mar, a little town almost 50 km from Tarragona.I cycled 160km today,so quite a lot,sun wasn't rough today, but wind was, and I had some long hills today.But I finally reached, bought cola and water in Mercadona and started searching on satellite map, for a lonely beach outta town(the further from humanity...the safer you actually are).Besides seeing a snake, I reached Cataluña, and people are again smiling, and happy to be alive....To be honest, I thought Cataluña would be harsh on me, and its not.I asked a hippie looking pair with a van and bikes, where do they think I could sleep unnoticed,and they recommended me some of the beaches I saw on the map before, made my way, and found a French family(parents and a kid) with their old mercedes van, drying towels on trees,I asked them If they mind me setting up somewhere near, and they said I should join them and stay right next to them.So sweet!! And I get to learn French.I made a salad from the veggies I had, and shared it with them,got complimented for my survival skills, and we spend a lot of time talking about how they also travelling, and live in a double decker bus as house!!! SO COOL RIGHT!!! they gave me some camping advices, and we just finished playing Uno(for last two hours)I was offered a mosquito cream and I am as happy as I could be, although again I won't sleep more than 7 hours, but does that matter? No,because amazing people are more worth the time....And I forgot to mention they will borrow me a small inflatable mattress for the night,so comfy comfy! I have to say the nights are getting colder as I advance,so It's a little refreshing now.
I missed my parents a lot today, and they were busy all day, so got no contact....but I guess that's going to get better....
My biggest concern today is,where the hell will I sleep tomorrow,because I have 140km left for Barcelona,but I can't ask for bed on Couchsurfing anymore, because I used up all my messages and don't have a pay Pal or credit card to register with(to send more questions) my friends haven't responded to me asking for a bed, and I see no places on satellite map, good enough for sleeping tomorrow.I am guessing this worry won't let me sleep tonight :/Worst case scenario:hotel or hostel....but that ain't survival anymore, and cmon,it might be expensive....Good night anyway

The beach war

Night of day 8 to day 9 was a beach war between:Army of Me

And army of mosquitoes......those god darn insects who do nothing productive for earth or ecosystem...Needless to say I slept bad, and around 5hours in total :(

But oh well, the trip goes on.I had 130(almost 140km) to go, to Castellón,day before my parents recommended me to try out Couchsurfing, get a bed,some rest, maybe a shower, and most of all meet interesting people,for the people who don't know what Couchsurfing is about(like me two days ago)

Day 8:The separation

I woke up really well rested after sleeping in the car with my parents but also in tears.The thought that they are leaving to Poland, and that they are no longer somewhere in Portugal (relatively near) killed me.I so didn't want to start riding my bike, hugged them a dozen times and made my way away in tears.Today I had 130km to a town called Gandía,didn't research anything about it, it was just the nearest decent civilization I found in range of 150km from Alicante....Today after crying my way through Alicante and next 20km,huge mountains painted themselves on the horizon....deep inside my organs and muscles were already complaining and really unhappy for that perspective.Around 20km of not very hard way upwards,in full sun,made it a misery,on the I saw some people selling crops grown at their own gardens,and ladies under umbrellas waiting for clients(I really hope I don't have to explain this)

Smells like...

Actually not like teen spirit,but WHOLE day 7,smells like wet dog...and a particularly dirty one as well.
Let me explain, day 8 I begin from Mazarrón,a little town where I finished my college, and my friend let me stay at her place, sleep,shower and do the laundry,also today I was going to meet my parents near Alicante(130+km for today) so I was in no rush,picked up my stuff, got ready,filled the bottles,and went out.To my surprise,it rained at night,heavily.But in the city It didn't matter because the streets are clean and dirty water doesn't really splash on me on flat roads thanks to my bags and stuff.But out of the city,ooooh that's whole another story.From my observations Andalucía was full of sunflower fields, and some cereals.Murcia: full of watermelons,melons and some occasional peppers.And it's the season for watermelons,so they were harvesting,and the smell of wet and rotten melon is the most disgusting thing to drive in for 130km,you know what they say,your nose is supposed to get used to a permanent smell,well it didn't....It smelled horrible aaaaall the way,again,so many mountains!!!Rain caught me twice, but that was actually refreshing,and my bike would go faster downwards on wet road(don't worry I didn't kill myself, my bike doesn't belong to F1...YET).So the road was fairly enjoyable, and halfway a terrible wind started to make it hard for me to even go downwards :/but the thought that I would see my parents at the end of the road was great!!!I missed them so much,we finally met at the beach near the entrance to the city of Alicante,it started raining...weather was hot but humid,seriously, what a overrated place this Alicante....no nice views,no nice smiling people pfff!We made a salad from raw califlower,tomatoes,salt,olive,oregano and most important avocado...Oh I haven't eaten so good since I left on day one(and I had no salt all this way) I drank a lot of water,and a lot of my belowed cola zero.
Let The Annual Games of making a bed inside the car with all our stuff, BEGIN!!! Needless to say my dad did it all and me&mum complained how uncomfortable we were while laying down....but hell,I still slept rock solid,and woke up so refreshed and hydrated.

Happy start

Day 6,so as I said, thanks to the awesome treat I received from people at Agua Amargo,I was happy and had water to even shower with.
But the way today is 130km, and more than 1800m up....It started to remind me of day two.Lonely curvy roads,hills and wind and the sun,I definitely cooked myself today.it was already past 10 in the morning, and I didn't even do 20km...darn hills!!today I knew I was gonna have a shower&bed in Puerto de Mazarrón, the town I finished my college (in two months)My good friend Alexandra and her family offered me a shelter.So I stopped a lot today,to make pictures,drink water,and make pictures,I'll try to upload them tomorrow because it's to late today...Now I am burned with my skin peeling off like I'm a snake(I saw a lot of "flat" ones on the road) and you should hear the amout of sounds insects in mountains can make....Anyways, not very many interesting things today,except the nostalgia while entering Mazarrón, and the few similarly equipped cyclists who were so nice&friendly on the road...Now I am sitting at a soft couch with some Spanish lame telenovela sounding at the back, and Alexandra's sister Milagros(miracles,which she is, because no one can talk this much in this little time) and I can barely write because I want to listen to her but I cant focus&remember at the same time....So good night!!! Tomorrow I hope to arrive at Alicante(or Alicant if you respect whatever dialect they use there)And meet my parents since they are going in car and decided Portugal is fun, but not with flat mattress to sleep on.How good it feels to know If will sleep in a bed

Day like American movie

Quite good begining,shitty develop,and a very happy ending

So I woke up on the animals allowed beach at the far end of Motril, and by some sort of weird evaporation/breeze process my whole "tent",bike,shoes and sleeping bad were wet, no humid,wet, with water drops on the ceiling so when I bashed my head waking up,it was a refreshing rain for me.

Picked up my stuff and made my way outta town quite fast, not much hills to begin with,got about 40km of up&down road in half of the day's distance, but that wasn't the worst, THE worst part was entering Almería....I havent felt so insecure in a long time.I and not racist, nor have any political&religious views,but seeing a town full of Romanian and black people in flip-flops,dirty&ripped clothes(I know,that's sort of fashionable now look at the ripped jeans)and I've seen kids running with front bike wheels running around...AND I doubt they were all at the same time fixing their bikes.So I decided to charge my phone a little in...You guessed right,in Carrefour.But this time I was disappointed because they moved the charging spots into the cafeteria(forcing you to buy something or feel awkward) so I bought a cola and sat down, but the charger was their cable and veeery weak...So I charged my phone to 20% and decided to trust some sorta Spanish blogger who said she slept in van in the Agua Amarga's beach.So it is 60km away,and I already cycled around 110-120km.So long day&large distance,almost full sun,AND TERRIBLE FREAKING WIND since I exited Almería....and halfway my phone died.GREAT -_- but I finally arrived half dead at the place, with my quads telling me, no more km today, the beach is full of people,but no tents,and neither any vans...and Guardia civil passed by.I sat down at beach-view restaurant(the only one in the whole town) and asked if they could charge my phone,the waiter was very nice agreed.But at some point I just broke down in tears, because I had no place to sleep,and a girl emerged from the kitchen and asked if I am alright, so I described to her my problem, and my whole trip,in response she brought her whole family(owners of Chiringuito el Tahairo) and told them,what I told her, so they took me to the back of the building and showed me a little room with kid sized bed in it, and a shower ...OH MY GOD!!!!!! I CRIED,from happiness! I unmade my terrible bags,searched for my tiny sized towel and leftovers of clean clothes and ran to the shower.Well this was definitely a HAPPY,SO HAPPY ENDIND.but then I searched at the bed and it was so sorts,a little short,but it felt like I slept in clouds.I woke up,went to the bathroom( a number 2 RELIEF)and searched for my bike...no one around,everything is closed.After a half an hour of looking I found my bike covered by a blanked with a paper sticked to it,wishing me the best of luck and lots of love, explaining  the way out of the building,and saying that they prepared 4liters of water for me,fruits,vegetables and almonds for the way.HOW SWEET,I was moved, and I had no change to leave, so I wrote a note back saying how gratefully I am and how I will never forget how they helped.The best people, the happiest ending,and a very sweet morning

Day 4, finally happy

Today was great,I left Malaga a little bit late, but I slept right next to the way I had to take,so exiting the city was fast,I again took the N-340(btw AMAZING road) it follows the coast all the way and allows me to go on it by bike^^Okay, the road was very full of hills,but I slept well, and the views made me want to stop every 2 minutes to take a picture(which I mostly did) I also decreased distance, I only did around 110km today,when yesterday I did 170+, but I decided I am not doing this as a race, but as an adventure, I want to enjoy this,and not cycle in full sun till like 16:00.Coast was as full of tourists as it could be, but I also met a lot of other cyclists and few runners on the way,who cheered smiled or simply said hello,and you know,those little things made my day, and about a halfway, a guy equipped just like me(front&back bags,sleeping bag)went by on the opposite way, we both smiled and cheered for eachother and went forward.I had to stop at the gas station to buy water(btw supermarket prize for 2l=19-35cents,gas station 1,30-1,50€...JEEEEZ) there were at least 5 tunnels today, one was 1000m long and bikes allowed!!!Not so tired, but very happy and a little to warm,I arrived at Motril, yet another not small nor big tourist town, but this time with a little bit more Spanish people in it....went to Alcampo(Auchan) bought water, a can of cola zero a lettuce,avocado and few tomatoes(best salad ever), and I started looking for a place to charge my phone...NOTHING, not a single thing,so I googled nearest carrefour(they offer charging spots as a service for clients) and called my parents to check up how they're doing,gosh I miss them so much it makes me cry just to think about it,how far away they are, and how I won't be able to hug them for next I don't even know how much time....and I am 18 years old,what the hell? Am I supposed to feel like this?Anyway,the call broke half way through,coz my phone run out of battery and switched off..DAMN IT, no GPS, no battery, what do I do now? So I desperately go back inside the Auchan and ask everyone if they know where I could charge my phone..nope,no one helped...so disappointed and sad I went to use the bathroom and while drying my hands...HELL YES !! I see two spots, so I instantly plugged my phone, switched it on and send a message to my paps that I'm okay(he went mad over the broken call,gosh I miss them so much)Funny part is that the charger was in the middle of the hall towards the toilets,so both me and the woman walking by felt VERY awkward...but so what? I need my phone for GPS,otherwise I'm dead,so I charged it to like 30%, and its getting late,so I started googling and looking for a (free!!!)place to sleep with a tent or caravan parking,anything....but I found nothing,desperately went around my location with Google maps on satellite version, and looked for some abandoned building,field of high grass,trees or a far away beach.YES!! I found a beach at the end of Motril, where pets are allowed and the only way in is a sand road...So I am stting here right now,with my bike laying beside me,sun shining in my face, already went to wet my feet in Mediterranean(water is so cold!!!) And I am hoping the few people that are here(round 15 maybe) will go away so that I can set up my stuff and  get some sleep(more than the 7hours I get lately)...there were no signs that camping is forbidden, but I see no caravans, or tents...let's hope the police doesn't wake me up in the middle of the night and tell me to f*** off somewhere else.... *stressed*
I'll update if anything happens

Guardia civil....so surprised

So yesterday was full of mixed feelings and surprises, first it took me ages to get out of Gibraltar,then I arrived at the road I was supposed to follow to Málaga, and found out from the Guardia civil at the roundabout that next "X" kilometres were closed for rebuilding....and let me remind You the only other way is highway,where bikes can't travel,so I kindly asked the officers is there any other way to go to Málaga, and to my surprise they said I would have to go up and so many extra kilometres,"you know what? Just go by the highway, and thanks the nearest available exit to the N-340(my road)" I was so happy by that time, highway allows me to go around 36km/h( if it doesn't go up&down all the time)so I took the  nearest exit followed N-340 for ~30km,and then it just joins the A-7 highway...wtf?!? So I was all stressed out, and going on the highway,but on the other side I saw cyclists,which made me calm and happy...Then at some point there was a 1,5km long tunnel(bikes forbidden sign at the entrance) but I had no other option, so I entered the tunnel, but noticed no one,NO ONE, was trying to go next to me, or faster then me....and I though"oh no,someone is on my tail, and it's probably some authority.I was right, it was a van of Guardia civil following me,I stopped at the exit of the tunnel and they told me I shouldn't be here, "where are you going?" I said malaga...and their eyes almost felt out, they asked me if I know that I still have 60km left, I said yes and told them I come from Gibraltar.Their respect grew in blink of an eye, so they told me I should keep maximum right, and that they let me go on highway since I seem to have experience.SO HAPPY!!! They switched on their radio and told all the nearby units not to stop me on my way.all this act took about an hour of my time,but I was so surprised my chin almost fell off.At the first exit for malaga, my back bags broke(they got stuck in the back wheel and the material shredded to pieces...so I broke down in tears tired,burned and wanted to find a way to sleep already(but nearest caravan parking was 30km away and I was exhausted...So I remembered I have a plastic bag, I tear it in a string and wrapped it around the broken bag, like that I got to nearest commercial centre,basically a Carrefour with two parkings,main one, and an empty one on other side...no,not empty.THERE WERE  8 caravans parked,5 in a rectangle with a little patio made between them, and other three,I thought YES,if they down leave at evening I can sleep between them,so I charged my phone in Carrefour, waited till 20:00, went over and asked both French and German old couples if I could sleep next to their caravans, they didn't understand a word of English, just notted with surprise and went to cook their dinner.So I set my material around my bike and sleeping bag, tied the loose ends and ended up with a sort of tent full of air,the ground of parkings is warm 24/7 so I was hot at night at slept quite well,woke up with everything the way I left it, packed up and switched on the GPS.
Edit:
I forgot to mention that on the highway I found a dead kitty mom, and heard meowing from somewhere near, so I searched,and in the bushes I found two little red haired kittens,they literally both fit in my palm, I tucked my hacked in my pants,and put the kittens in my shirt(yes,next to my belly) I took the nearest road to some small town begging with T, google maped some vet, arrived all stressed entered and awkwardly put my had in my shirt in front of reception lady and took out two sweet balls of red hair, told her I found them and I have no time to take them other place,before she said anything or even process the info(I saw her confused face) I walked out and went back on my way...I hope those sweet creatures are in right hands.I mean,who can hurt such a thing?
Edit 2:, also forgot to say I drove past a river that smelled so much of vanilla I wanted to eat my own hands,I don't know which one it was, but it was great.

I want to quit...aka "day 2"

I never thought my mental breakdown would come as fast as day 2....but it's all these little things tearing me down....I had very little battery on my phone to begin my road from Arcos de la Frontera to Gibraltar my self-made battery pack broke or run out of energy..idk,all the way was through mountains, and my GPS decided to guide me through ground roads...where my 'competing' bike can't go....so I walked for like 3 hours through dirt thinking....I WILL FIND SOME ASPHALT SOMETIME RIGHT? IT CANT BE ALL RURAL STUFF? weeeeell that's where I was wrong.I walked and I walked and the fields of sunflowers and cows never ended, but at some point around 11 am I met two men,Don Domingo and his friends who kindly showed me &accompanied me to the nearest asphalt road, on the way they told me their life stories,as all old people do, but I enjoyed it, since it made the way seem shorter, so I finally go in road cycled around 30-40km and again, dirt road,I did about of 60-70km of random roads through mountains since my gps went crazy, then I got depressed, because I had no water,I was already sunburnt,tired because of the all fcking mountains and there was no gas station or soul near me....So I went back up to the nearest  "vía de servicio"(service road) road that is always next  to important highways in Spain , and decided to follow it till I can and if it ends...then well, I'll go on the highway(it's forbidden but so what)and surprisingly I got near Gibraltar very fast, and just as I was entering La Linea de La concepción, my tire screwed up....so I was already made and in tears with no water,had to stop in full sun to fix the god damn wheel....I fixed it and googled the location of caravan parking I planned to sleep in.....half way god went mad again, and I called my parents and asked them to cheer me up.I stopped crying and slowly went downtown,where I found out camping is only cool with a car...me&my bike can go f*** ourselves.Round and Round I go searching for a place to sleep where no one would find me...but nothing...at all.So I somehow got to a marina parking,right next to the little ships parked,security guys offered me a shelter between two parked caravans(very nice old British people) and said they will watch the parking at night and even gave me their numbers in case I needed anything...seriously best people ever.I slept quite okay, made a tent around my bike,and a lot of fire ants bit me at night :/