A Warm Send-Off in the Morning
When I woke up, a steaming bowl of oatmeal was already waiting on the table.
Topped with strawberries and blueberries, it wasn’t just food—it felt like encouragement, as if my host had poured all their kindness into it.
“Did you sleep well?” they asked with a smile.
“Yes, thank you so much,” I replied. It had been only a short stay, but this warm breakfast and gentle words gave me the strength to take my next step forward.
Gray Skies and the Touch of Rain
The distance to Adelaide was now under 100 kilometers.
The sky hung low, painted in shades of gray, and the air felt heavy—as if rain could fall at any moment.
Still, I did not rush. I pedaled steadily, keeping my own rhythm.
Before long, the rain did arrive.
Cold drops struck sharply against my skin, chilling my body and quieting my heart.
On that road, with no one else around, I felt the weight of both loneliness and beauty in travel.
A Night Wrapped in the Tent
I decided not to push too far. Tonight, I pitched my tent close by.
Adelaide was only 50 kilometers away—reachable in just one more day.
I wrung out my wet clothes, lit the lantern, and sipped a warm drink.
The steady sound of rain surrounded me, creating a calm and reflective evening.
It wasn’t comfort in the ordinary sense, but there was peace in that solitude.
