My first real bike touring experience was a trip around Peloponnese. When I wope up that morning, I felt really miserable because everything on my DIY touring bags wasnt working right (and I'm not that fond of early awakings). Anyway when finally everything looked right, I rode the gentle beast and off I went.
Man, the feeling riding your bicycle loaded with everything you ll need in a big trip is just pure magic. You know you are self-sufficient! You can go wherever you damn please! You only need to pedal hard, just it. The absolute essence of freedom.
The chilling morning breeze was coming through my ears and I could feel the suns warmth on my face. I couldn't resist and closed my eyes for few seconds. It was so spectacular man, I really understand and connect with those crazy sons of a *** who travel the world on a humble bicycle. It is THE experience.
Do you remember the feeling when you lost your virginity in bicycle touring?