I am here to tell you about a journey who made me who I am.
I’ve grown up in a small Anatolian city with only cycling experience being my clumsy childhood trips. During Corona-Period I’ve taken up with cycling in commuting style, just get myself to a cheap swimming facility. I was pseudo-recovering from Anorexia Nervosa, so cycling seemed like a good way to cheat “healing”.
Then I’ve thought “yeah, I could also cycle in Istanbul time to time.” And carried my city-bike to the Istanbul, the city where I was studying.
But Istanbul did not welcomed me with songs and flowers. I always remember the time that I’ve end up crying in a crazy traffic.
That day, I’ve never imagined myself to experience this transforming journey on bicycle. On that day, I did not know that I won’t give up on cycling and end up riding along with lizards, reindeers, horses or under the northern lights.
Here, you can read about the story of a 23 year old girl, dreamed of cycling on her own through the continent Europe: From Istanbul to the North Cape.
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