European Russia
Leaving Celyabinsk I saw a road sign indicating the direction of Moscow. I cannot describe my feelings at that point. Words simply couldn’t express how I felt about having pedalled this far. Moscow was within range.
The Ural Mountains were now in my sights. Beyond them lay Europe.
The earth began to rise and fall in a succession of ridges. I was tired of the flatness of Siberia, and both Rocket Boy ONE and I were chuckling with glee at this gentle wake-up call. We weren’t at all bothered by the light wind either. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
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