sunday, 17th of august - london 

plenty of rest and relaxation. 

didn't have to do anything but getting bread today. though the next bakery (that again!) is pretty far away. it took me almost an hour to go there, and back. and a heavy rain shower. 

but i didn't go to central london yet, didn't meet friends.

i dreamed about cycling and asking for food last night. all in all it feels strange, that cycling is over now. 

but that gives me time to rethink some issues. some of them came to my mind, and i asked myself, where they came from. 

for instance, rob rensenbrink, kept following me throughout holland. i know that he was a dutch soccer player. but why him? did he do something special? 

or the stinging-nettle. how does it know which side to reach out for the passers by. and what benefit does it have if it gets them? a question that occurred on the small paths frequently. 

the feeling of loneliness and being lost. it was the worst on the last day, when the charger didn't work any more. i felt like i could loose the last connection to all i know well and couldn't get good advice any more. out there in a strange world all alone. that sounds funny, but i was really afraid of it. so technical recourses seem to help a lot. that might be an issue for refugees as well. 

or waiting. while i cycled i had to concentrate on cycling. when i had to wait for something i started to worry. for instance i had to rethink how toget on the ferry to cross the channel over and over again. in the end the ferry i thought of didn't even exist any more. nevertheless i crossed the channel - doing instead of fearful thinking.

it's past five now, got to go out and find a barbers shop - the beard has to come off.

or! do i need different muscles for cycling and walking? instead of 100 km on bike i did 6 on foot today, but it hurts more. are my walking muscles atrophied? and i thought i'd play soccer like a king when i'm back home!