I rode 900 kilometres in first 9 days. I was a bit suprised as I’d never ridden further than the 15 kilometres to my Portuguese class in London and back before.
This is Day 9 in Passau on the German/Austrian border.
Many people that I encountered on my journey told me that I had a lot of courage to ride a bicycle through Europe on my own but I realised that I am happiest when I am in motion: I thought to myself, as I rode along, that I had never felt safer.