In Frankfurt, it took forever before the luggage was finally unloaded. Carolin and my daughter Kara were on the receiving committee. It felt so good to hold them in my arms again after almost a month.

At the end, Chris, Jacqueline, and Bob had come and we had a nice evening together. The conversations were lively and Aaron did a great job in weaving the fundraising project gracefully into the flow of the evening. It had been my first fundraising event but it was fun. At 10pm we said farewell until next year for the next fundraiser.

The ride led me through backroads, parks​ and greenways. As I was getting closer to the end of my journey, I became a little melancholic.

Since my start in Vancouver last year, I had cycled about 4,600km to get here. That is the distance from Naples (Neapel) to the North Cape on the top of Norway. I had at no point in time been convinced for it to be actually possible. And here I was! That was a really humbling experience!

They were prepping for live music and I could see them serving ice cold beer on the patio. Without consulting my brain, my legs went right into the bar and I found an empty table. I had fish and chips and a beer. A little later the band started playing. It was heaven!