Don't have internet, it doesn't matter...
I’m kidding, of course it bothers me. And I swear to God, it never occurred to me that a 60-year-old pensioner wouldn’t have wifi at home 🙂 My plan to download offline maps from my aunt, according to which I could continue towards Morocco, didn’t quite work out. However, all I had to do was find the first lichen, determine the position of the sun from it and the direction of the southwest, and I was on my way to adventure again.
McDonald's is salvation
You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I went all the way to the Sahara by watching lichens. McDonalds actually saved me. I originally thought they would be gas stations. But no, I couldn’t find free Wi-Fi at gas stations. In return, McDonald’s, where I normally don’t go voluntarily, provided me with a peaceful Internet oasis. I can’t even count how many I visited along the way. I don’t even want to count how many of their strong coffees I will have to drink before I reach my destination.
Work and driving go hand in hand
It is just over 250 km from Stuttgart to Mylhůz. I rode over 400km the day before, which was my first longer distance. As it turned out later, 400 km is about the maximum distance that is still relatively tolerable for my buttocks. Everything over 400 km is a downright horror.
It should be noted that even if it doesn’t seem like it, I’m not on vacation. I also have to work on this ride and split my time between riding and work. The goal is for my clients to not notice anything. I do not hide my journey from those who ask. However, some still think that I am still somewhere in Mexico. However, most of them strangely don’t ask at all. But what everyone needs is to get things done on the website, and that’s essential to me.
You have to work, gasoline won’t pay for itself. I have about 40$ USD in my account and the journey to Marrakesh is still far.
Warning: Do not try to travel alone at home with a thousand in your pocket. It takes years of training and online employment.
First French meal
I am staying at a hostel, where they tell me at the reception that I have to park my motorbike in the bike rack. I don’t protest. I ask where I can eat, they refer me to a great restaurant opposite. And so I taste my first French food. Kebab.
I wake up in the morning, go to breakfast and finally it’s here! Croissant! My first French Croisaint! I am in seventh heaven, I feel like a true Frenchman!
I get on the motorbike and drive towards Lyon.
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