We were having breakfast in our hotel
room when a man appeared at the door with a mountain bike tyre in his
hand. We quickly found out that he was called Viktor and was on a
cycling trip that (once again) made our humble tours seem – well,
very humble. He had started off from his home town of Moscow seven
months ago, cycled through Europe to Portugal, flown from there to
New York, and continued South from there. Except for a short flight
to Mexico City he had cycled all the way to Costa Rica, but was going
to continue even further to the southern tip of the continent.
The trip had gone well this far, except
for a small incident involving a minibus bumping him off the road.
Despite being still a bit sore from the accident Viktor was all set
to continue his odysseia. We wished him good luck and got on our
bikes, determined to at least attempt to reach our goals which are
so, so much nearer than his!
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