A misty, hot morning escape from a creepy campsite led to an 80km ride through cornfields and villages, a tumble, and a joyful reunion with an old friend in lively Oldenburg.

A grueling 130km ride through scorching heat, scenic canals, and cornfields, ending with a cold sink shower and noisy ducks at an eerily quiet campsite.

Saying goodbye to a wonderful few days in Denmark, entering Germany, and enjoying the shifting scenery.

Beautiful camp spots but uninspired camp food.

Falling in love with Danish landscapes, reunion with an old friend, and blue skies.

Midsummer morning, a near-miss ferry, and the quiet joy of rediscovering the road with company.

The final stretch of Sweden, trying to outrun nature, and the strange feeling of returning home.

A morning by the lake and the feeling of endless summer.

Wind, so much wind, and the autopilot of familiarity.

Forests with no end in sight, questions, and the negotiation between comfort and adventure.

Two long days in a row and my body is holding up. It’s my mind that’s being tested on the empty roads.

After 147km of steady pedaling, the perfect campsite can feel like nature’s way of saying, “This one’s on me.”

First day off the bike since starting the journey, roaming around Sundsvall, and thoughts on loneliness on the road.