Chapter 22 20 memories

That was in the 23rd grade of elementary school. I was playing games with the nearby children in the roadside square, and I happened to see a young man galloping past on a bicycle full of luggage.That figure instantly reminds people of something, like the hero in a western movie galloping through the wilderness on a horse full of luggage. My young heart suddenly felt what travel is, and my body began to feel hot. His image has been deeply imprinted in my brain. I want to be like that, relying on my own strength to go to the place I like, under the sun. Just set up a tent and sleep where you like.

Awesome! On a certain level, this situation is my origin.The figure of a young man riding a bicycle has become a symbol of freedom and romance. Maybe I have been chasing such images in my subconscious. This was my first bike tour around Wakayama prefecture. In the summer of my freshman year of high school, my friends and I made a plan: let's have some fun.I don't want my friend to call the night before departure and say: I can't go.I asked him why so suddenly?Why?He answered with a bit of embarrassment: My mother said that position was inauspicious.The reason for this superstition is so stupid that it makes people angry. I immediately yelled into the receiver: Fuck you, I will go alone.

Since I was a child, I have had a quirk of rebelling immediately when things go wrong.To be honest, I was a little scared to go alone, but the next day I mustered up the courage and forced myself to go on the road.Leaving my hometown on a bicycle is like being liberated from layers of barriers, and I feel better unconsciously. After noon, I rode to Waka Prefecture, 100 kilometers away. I thought it was far away, but I became excited, and more possibilities continued to emerge.As a result, it took me five days to complete a one-week journey in Waka Prefecture, and the next year I completed my wish for a week in Kinki, and then I started planning to travel around Japan.

Why stick to it for a week?The answer is very simple, because if you keep going, you will reach the end.The journey would be tedious if it went straight forward and returned along the same route.As soon as I entered university, I started working crazily. When I was nineteen, I took a year off from school and embarked on a week-long journey around Japan.The journey itself was fantastic, but as I got closer to the end, I started to feel a sense of emptiness.Compared with the sense of accomplishment, the sense of loneliness that the dream is about to be fulfilled is deeper. Of course, it's not that I haven't thought about going abroad.I fantasized about riding freely on foreign land several times, and I was very excited.But the scale of this plan is too large and unreal, and a cowardly and cowardly guy like me can't do it. . . . . . .In this way, I greet the last day of my week in Japan with a feeling that I can't let go of.

We finally arrived at Kobe's Merikenbo Airport and parked our bicycles.The sea was bathed in the afternoon sun, and countless white light spots jumped. I sat on the bench and stared blankly at the flickering and dancing light spots.For a moment, I wanted to travel around the world.As soon as the heart is moved, the body is ready to move, and it is difficult to sit or sit.Since we are born in this world, we must try our best to feel more possibilities, just like the sun finally shines in, and a broad field of vision unfolds in front of our eyes.The bus engine makes a muffled sound as it speeds forward in the dark desert.I was immersed in the memory, and gradually felt incredible.Ever since I saw that cyclist when I was a child, I have dreamed of starting to travel. Now, don’t I just go all the way?

When the east was pale, I arrived in Lima, took out the bicycle from the trunk of the bus and assembled it, and rode into the still sleeping downtown area of ​​Lima. Tourists stay here, I plan to stay for a few nights and prepare to start again.Lima is far bigger than imagined, and the overall feeling is dim, and the uncomfortable atmosphere does not seem to be all because of the dim dawn.The narrow roads have become garbage dumps, and even the roadsides are full of garbage, and there is a pungent smell everywhere.I walked slowly, feeling the filthy city.