My First Post

Introduction

Hello World!

It’s December 12th, 2023. On the 7th of March, 2023 I left my home in Toronto for Faro, Protugal. Bike packed up in a box, gear meticulously curated over hours and hours of packing, unpacking, repacking and imagining the time i’ll need a Life Straw, or a parachord or a glass bottle of perfume. Spoiler… I didn’t need any of that stuff… The plan for day 1 was simple. Land in Faro at 10:30am, put my bike together and cycle to Albufiera campground about 50kms away for the night. Let’s do it!

It’s 12:45pm and I’m still at the airport. All that practice of unassembling and reassembling the bike in Satty’s living room the day before was of no real use. After spending about ten minutes trying to screw on my left pedal on the right side of the bike, and another twenty minutes on figuring out how to re-attach my front wheel, i did get pang of “I’m fucked…”. I did eventually put together the bike and somehow, strapped on all the bags I had packed. I walked my bike out of the airport and unconfidentally started pedalling off into the hectic arrivals and departures traffic.

It’s a bizarre feeling, and extremely wierd to do, cycle out of an airport and immediately be thrown into a very local situation… I realized that I had no idea about the rules of the road in this country, whether I was even supposed to be on this road or not. I guessed that I’d eventually get stopped by some sort of law enforcement if the absurdity of my situation was in fact considererd as a possiblity, and then considered to be unlawful. I was not stopped.

Mission one was to get to a Decathalon. I had to pick up a gas canister for my campstove and possibly some more gear I thought I needed. It was uncomfortably warm, the overnight temperature swing from Toronto to Faro was not something I had considered… I changed into shorts in the Decathalon parking lot, as first time tourists in Europe do, and with the freedom of exposed knees, I set off towards the campground.

Google maps took me through some nice backroads. I stole an orange from an overhanging branch of an orchard, and three dogs that were enjoying an afternoon snooze immediately came to attention and began alerting the entire neighbourhood of my presence. I cycled off, biting into the orange apple-style. Sweet and sour and no seeds!