Trelograms #16 — Aren’t You Afraid?

That’s one of the questions i hear the most — typically about whether i’m not afraid of people, not traffic.

I’m terrified!

mostly of traffic, but also of people — how could i not be?

I’ve been taught throughout most of my life to be suspicious of strangers, and i always feel apprehensive when entering a new country while cycle touring, or another car while hitchhiking — gosh, i’m often apprehensive about meeting my Couchsurfing host/guest for the first time!

Whether or not i’ll finally manage to update this misleading intuition, i’m not sure — for now, i’ll just share some of the questions my overwhelmingly positive experience on the road so far has raised.

  • What is your own attitude? How do you behave, as a stranger to someone else? Is your immediate impulse to assess how you could benefit from the situation to their detriment, or to consider what you can offer in answer to their request and in support of their mission?
  • I find it hard to believe it is former — why is that? — are you that much better than the average person out there?
  • I also don’t think so — aren’t we simply more likely than not to get the same indifference at worse or kindness at best from a stranger that we would show them were the roles reversed?

Indeed, there are plenty of stories of long-term, overland travelers being harmed in all sorts of ways — robbed, raped, beaten up, abducted, murdered, you name it — we’re not immune to the ills of the world those traveling in more conventional ways (or not traveling at all) also report, possibly at higher rates in some cases — a quick web search will yield several studies and reports over the past few decades suggesting that the majority of victims of violent crime actually knew their perpetrator.

While i will leave the research and statistical analysis up to the interested reader, here’s one thing most of us can do right now to make hitchhiking and cycle touring objectively safer: drive more carefully 😉

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Featured photo: hitchhiking with my wife in Ukraine after dark and under moderate snowfall ( January ’18 )


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Trelograms #15 — Remember, You’re Going to Die

“To be a truly happy person, one must contemplate death five times a day.”

Bhutanese folklore

Although i wasn’t aware of this practice in any of my previous cycle tours, there are at least two things i can confidently say about them:

  1. My cycle tours have been the backdrop for the most peaceful and mentally settled periods of my life;
  2. No other experience has exposed me so consistently and so vividly to the fragility and inevitable finitude of life.

We’ve all seen roadkill, and i’m sure at least some of you will agree that their various shapes, sizes and states of putrefaction are much better appreciated from a bicycle than from a car — dogs, deer, squirrels, badgers, mice, birds, toads, snakes, snails, or whatever that used to be during its brief, confused life come by the daily dozens on a cycle tour — their individual lives rendered relatively insignificant by the context underlying their impending but still unexpected death

That’s my own fate!

I‘m very glad i’m on a cycle tour.

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Featured photo: a freshly killed dog just outside Drobeta-Turnu Severin (Romania, April ’17) 


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Trelograms #14 — Solo, Not Alone

In the village of Zatoka (Odessa Region, Ukraine), another person passing by recognized me as “the Brazilian” — where should i know this one from though!?

I didn’t — Zhenya recognized my cycle touring rig from the photos the lovely Magazin Kashtan ladies showed him (that’s the shop in Kilija where i stopped three days before to buy bread and wound up having one of my strongest emotional encounters on the road so far). Although Zhenya didn’t speak much more English than i spoke Ukranian or Russian, we somehow managed to synchronize and enjoy a great time riding the remaining 60Km or so left to Odessa.

It is always refreshing to find someone going in the same direction and at about the same pace as me — it reminds me that, although the overarching journey is ultimately mine, it can be shared with others whenever and wherever it intersects with theirs!

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Featured photo: the moment Zhenya and i parted ways upon reaching Odessa ( May ’17 )


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Trelograms #13 — Nothing Is Broken until It Cannot Be Fixed

The helmet mount for my action camera broke the very first time i tried to use it.

I was in Bendery, Transnistria. A curious bystander who saw me trying to put it back together with super glue referred me to the shop on the street corner — the owner Alex briefly stopped what he was doing to acknowledge my existence, gazed at the broken mount for a couple of seconds, then reached down to a very heavy box overflowing with all shapes and sizes of nuts and bolts — “here you go, if you can find what you need in there, it’s yours!” — and swiftly went back to what he was doing.

It was clearly implied that Alex is the local repairman — while i browsed the box, several people came in and out of his shop with all shades of appliances for him to inspect and care for.

The helmet mount was neither the first nor the last item in my kit to malfunction — but it appears to have marked the moment when the repair mindset kicked in.

In my previous life, i worked (by design, not choice) more hours than i wanted, for more money than i knew what to do with — getting good gear and replacing it whenever it simply didn’t look quite like what i wanted it to had never been an issue.

The decision now was a little more difficult though — i could spend a couple of days worth of my budget for that project getting a replacement for the mount, or i could try to fix it.

From holes in my clothes to the voltage stabilizer for my hub dynamo, upgrading or extending the lifespan of what not very long ago i might have thrown away at worse or surrendered to the expensive care of a specialist at best often turned out to be just a matter of understanding how it works, plus the interested ingenuity of a local.

Who’s wealthier?

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Featured photo: my “brand new” helmet mount, which several weeks after the fix was still working perfectly well — and still is! ( Ukraine, May ’17 )


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Trelograms #12 — Happy Gregorian New Year!

Is it pedantry, or misanthropy? I hope the comma will clearly specify that i am at least not implying a dichotomy — i guess pedantry it is!

I will try to justify it a bit further though, and say that i’m a bit wary of mindlessly attributing some special significance to the position of the floating piece of rock we dwell on with respect to an arbitrary frame of reference — although i am perfectly fine with doing so mindfully!

Laurențiu, my generous driver from Bacău to Suceava when i was hitchhiking from Bucharest, Romania back home in Lviv, Ukraine said (and i paraphrase) that “tradition connects us to nature” — a statement i chose to interpret more abstractly and rephrase as,practice connects us to reality.”

There is truth in both these statements.

But what is the reality underlying the transition from what we have agreed to call the 31st of December into the 1st of January in a world where apples magically appear all year round in our supermarkets, spotless bright red and crunchy, piled up in neat pyramids, and automatically sprayed with fresh water at regular intervals?

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Featured photo: Laurențiu buying brooms on the roadside from a 60-year old man who has been making them since he was four ( Romania, December ’17 )


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