Chapter 4 - Storms, Statues, and Shifting PlansI packed my clean laundry and set off, but it quickly became clear
that nature had other plans. The wind howled, and rain poured. I
crawled along at 10 km/h, soaked and shivering! Still, I forged ahead,
determined to press on. But knew I had to find shelter. Soaking wet I
stumbled upon a picnic area that welcomed campers. However, it was
too exposed for my liking, and the thought of pitching a tent in that
tempest seemed utterly ridiculous.
As I pressed further down the road, I caught sight of another
camping area tucked among the trees, only to be greeted with
disappointment—closed. I was in a small beach village next to an
airfield; other than the A-frame bungalows catering to families, there
were no hotels or guesthouses in sight. The locals pointed me
towards a hotel just 2 km away. After battling the elements, I finally
reached my destination. Sure, it was pricey, but it was cosy and
charming. I was desperate and booked a room to rethink my plans,
as cycling into the storm was clearly out of the question—especially
with the mountain climb still ahead.