Istambul, view of Marmara Sea, Turkey.
That was 2nd day of my trip and I slowly started moving in the East direction. These first days were the hardest mentally for me. It was hard to find yourself on the highway full of trucks and taxis, the noise and loudness of it all was disturbing to say the least. Legs were completely unprepared for such a weight on the bicycle and so many negative thoughts were disturbing my mind. These were the only moments I was thinking about quitting. What saved me was the amount of time, work and changes that were undertaken to just say 'fuck it' and be back home next week
I wanted to come back with my shield, not on it...and I feel I kind of did it.