The next morning, the sun rose in splendour. I couldn’t resist. I
ditched the bus and set off for Gerze—a 125-kilometre ride that
reminded me why I travel this way. I never knew what I would do the
next day. Still, I should have cancelled the ticket, as the bus company
phoned me at least five times asking where I was.
The road took a delightful turn inland, offering a lovely change of
scenery as I rode through colourful farmlands. The lush green fields
and golden landscapes stretched before me, creating a beautiful
backdrop. Back on the coast, fishermen waved me over. One handed
me a chocolate croissant. Fuelled by kindness and sugar, I biked the
final few kilometres into Gerze.