Of course, i was peeing in my pants, in case you were wondering, whether i was afraid. I was imagining not only wild animals and perversive thieves-maniacs, but also night monsters, like in X-files, that didn't let me sleep for the first two months. I was waking up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep anymore, listening to every sound until the sunrise, while Rodrigo was snoring peacefully by my side. He totally didn't care where to put a tent – even in the middle of the square, like a Christmas Tree. That's why i was trusting him and kept sleeping badly. Because i knew that he was my only hope i was waiting for so long
– a person, with whom i could start such an adventure on bicycles. And who also, like me, enjoyed wild conditions, simplicity and low costs (one more story on how to cut costs traveling)
In the beginning we were pretty tired. Because, like most new bikepackers, we didn't have anything in common with velo-sportsmen. We didn't go to gym and didn't run in the mornings. That is why we started from slow 30-40km per day, considering that we were pedaling from 8 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon. The road was almost flat, and this was its problem. Wind in the face and monotone fields just made it worth.
But, at least, being tired we could fall asleep at 8pm, after the most tasty dinners in my life, even though we ate just pasta with tuna or rice with vegetables, and vice versa. And after a month, nothing hurt anymore – we got used.