The end is almost in sight. The salty air of the black sea coast a tantalising few hundred miles away. But the miles near the end can be some of the most nerve–wracking. I’ve come all this way.. surely nothing can go wrong now?!
At this point I’d gotten through most of my spare innertubes and had applied a fair amount of patches. My slick spare tyre had already put in some decent service on rough roads. My bottom bracket and headset were creaking. My prime focus now was on not making any stupid mistakes.
