Just found something in the back of my cupboard. Something which has been lying around for quite a while. Unused and empty. Still this bib remained attached for all this months. This brings back memories – memories of a long gone adventure.
CP1 with all the hustle where I felt distant and not really into the whole thing. Too many people, to crowded place to find rest.
CP2 which was less crowded and a decent recovering brake at last.
CP3 where I entered broken – both mentally and physically – and where I was barely able to open the bag, resupply and close it again.
CP4 where I entered wet through and through and where it took ages to sort things out.
And the finally the finish – where I said: I will probably never go back through this.
It is almost time to pack again. To go back out.