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One of our riders has recently changed tack from a successful TT racing career to the new world of Audaxing. His journey is to ride Paris Brest Paris in 2019. Alex has been training on his Vaaru MPA in preparation for next year’s event and has been kind enough to tell us about his journey so far.

“I used to love time trialling, I could think of nothing better than spending hours throwing myself up and down a dual carriage just to hit “those times”, I did OK at it, not the best but OK. Two fractured clavicles, 12 months apart , insertion of fancy metal work, and my inability to go on the first family skiing holiday lead to  an angry wife and a frustrated cyclist!

10 Mile Time Trial P901/10 open 2nd 19.35

Time to look for something different, less racy, more riding than racing, more time for coffee and cake, Audaxing! Long distance leisurely rides, culminating in the 2019 Paris-Brest-paris 1200km Audax, was where I was heading, easy! Wrong!

I used to ride a Trek Madone 5.2, stiff, fast, light weight. The first Audax I did was Tour of the Surrey Hills, fabled for its good food. Lovely, I was going to stuff my face and have a leisurely ride. Lining up to start I was surprised about how edgy riders were and how fast the first few groups shot off. After being in the saddle for 8 hours (riding to the event, then, back to the south coast) left me with a sore back and bum. This Audaxing lark wasn’t that easy! I only had my own competitive self to blame , I could have ridden easy but when there`s riders in front, I`ve just got to catch them up. Madness but that`s how I`m built. Coming to terms with this and feeling I deserved a new bike upgrade , I started looking for something different, something comfy but fast, not too flash, tasteful!

After researching the pros and cons of the various frame materials I decided on a titanium frame. Comfy, a bit more forgiving than carbon, and it looked great. I wanted a UK brand, preferably local to me on the South Coast. I whittled it down to Enigma, Reilly or Vaaru. After test riding I settled on a Vaaru MPA.  Comfy , solid feel, rolled super sweet and took the buzz out of the awful west sussex road surfaces and looked better that the other brands. I wanted a particular look to the bike, minimal black, as much brushed titanium as possible complemented by a brown leather saddle and bar tape. James, at Vaaru, couldn’t have been more helpful and efficient , I had the bike on the road within 2 weeks of ordering (this was including having the forks resprayed to my specification). I coupled this with a set of EDCO wheels with polished DT Swiss hubs from Strada wheels. Beautiful. A happy cyclist.

Alex’s Vaaru MPA ready for action!

I did a few hundred milers and found the bike performed very well. What struck me was how little back and shoulder ache I had compared to riding my carbon bike. It also felt sharp and stable  when taking downhill corners at speed and nimble on the climbs. My first proper test was the 600km Fenland Friends Audax. I started in the first wave and rolled comfortably through the Fens and on into Lincolnshire. Then the heavens opened, delivering rain drops that felt like bullets smashing into my face. Probably the worst rain I ever cycled in. Throughout this unpleasantness the relaxed geometry of the bike and excellent wheel set made it an almost enjoyable rolling experience. Stops at Costa, McDonalds (4 quarter pounders in 24 hours!), various garages and café stops soon passed and we were on our return leg from Goole. Passing down the harsh, insanely steep unforgiving medieval cobbles of Lincoln at midnight , I felt in control with sharp Ultegra disc brakes and most of all still comfortable. Next was Boston then back into the Fens and finish in time for breakfast. A  good 24 hours of hard but very enjoyable riding.

Burger time!

I definitely made the correct bike choice. Buying from a local independent bike designer and builder made after sales much easier. James at Vaaru responded to any questions I had immediately and provided excellent, prompt after sales service.  Next stop Paris , well via a few tasty looking long distance rides!” Alex

Pre-Race

Carefully enveloping the smooth, plush titanium tubing in bubblewrap and polystyrene; gently covering the American States painted amongst the bold and playful colours of my custom MPA design; I felt a bit lost. Packaging my partner up for our journey to the USA was sadly an experience surrounded by dark clouds: even bending to unscrew and tape items gave me pain and stiffness in my knee. What am I doing? This is a total waste of time, and more money I don’t have. I’m never going to be able to make it.

I was flying 4 weeks before the start of the longest self-supported race in the world, and had only just managed to straighten and walk on my right knee, due to a torn meniscus.

The Trans America Bike Race is a 4,200 mile self-supported event, with a set route through ten states: it starts in Oregon on the East Coast, then goes over the Coastal Range and the Cascade Mountains before taking you down the spine of the Rockies, finally it goes west again via many more ‘lumps’ to the Virginia coast. This central section is known for its fierce humidity, winds, and heat which doesn’t let up as you traverse the draining rolling mountains in the east. Riders are not allowed outside assistance, and must source their own water, food, accommodation and mechanical help. There are no checkpoints, but the goal for most is a sub 30 day completion (140 miles per day), although only 50% of people even finish.

Quitting my last medical job, I had 4 months to do serious miles, research and perfect kit and set up, and of course, get the perfect bike for the job! Still quite a cycling newbie at 18 months of experience, I had already done a solo 5000 mile ride, so had some idea of the mammoth preparation required. My Trans Am stead of choice was the MPA (Miles Per Annum) by Vaaru Cycles. The combined durability and weight of titanium made it a winner in my eyes, and after meeting Vaaru creators James and Stephanie, I fell in love with the down-to-earth caring nature of the brand, and the appeal of customising the bike specifications and even the paintwork!

My MPA and set up:

• Frame: 3Al/2.5V titanium, with custom paintwork from Fat Bike Creations
  • My name, British flag, the 10 US States & a motivational quote were painted on
  • Frame colours were to match my Assos kit, which never reached me. Thanks US post
• Fork: Vaaru F:140 carbon
• Wheels: Hunt SuperDura Dynamo Disc with Son Delux Dynamo
• Groupset: Shimano Ultegra R8000 mechanical (11-32t Cassette)
• Brakes: Shimano Dura Ace 9120 hydraulic
• Chainrings: Absolute Black oval
• Bottom Bracket: C-Bear ceramic bearings, BSA
• Handlebars: Syncros Creston 1.5 compact
• Stem: Syncros FL 1.5
• Seatpost: Syncros FL 1.0 carbon
• Aero Bars: Syntace C3
• Saddle: Brooks Cambium C17 (vegan)
• Tyres: Schwalbe Durano 28in
• Lights: Luxos U dynamo-powered headlight & BM rear dynamo light
• 3 bottle cages: rear fork, top tube, & frame

On 2^nd June 2018, I stood with 5 other women and 110 men in Astoria, Oregon, about to set off on an exceedingly long journey. Yes, my MPA and I had made it. It turns out pig-headed persistence (plus a bit of luck), pays. I still, however, remained apprehensive that things could end abruptly, and I may struggle after 7 weeks of little bike-time.

The strategy seemed simple, cautious consistency should see me through, hopefully in <30 days:

1. Aim for 150 miles minimum per day
   1. This would be ‘sensible’ considering the knee; to prevent a new injury; but also keeping extra miles in the bank in case of problems
2. Aim for 6 hours sleep per day
3. Eat enough calories and protein, but stay vegan:
   1. Take supplements for micronutrients & get protein via tins of beans (in most gas stations!), nuts & make peanut butter sandwiches

Easy!

What actually happened

The stunning Pacific Coast was merely a distraction to the adrenalin-fuelled riders all storming south. Suffering from the overenthusiastic downing of peanut butter sarnies and acidic energy drinks (‘I’m an endurance racer now, every second counts!’), even water would singe my chest, but I thankfully managed the first major mountain, Mackenzie Pass, at mile 300. After a brief pause to observe the summit’s calm and desolate lava fields, I retired to my bivvy bag. Thus far, my MPA’s smooth handling and relatively light weight, had rendered me proud to be using it. Sadly, day 3 brought problems: I possess a curse of snapping gear cables within shifters (5x on my other road bike, in under 12 months of ownership, and a shifter change); and I had also allowed components to be tampered with a few days pre-race in an effort to fit a larger cassette to protect my knee. The gearing gradually went awry and a gear cable snapped (within the shifter, of course). Through hitch-hiking, the kindness of strangers, and more money, I returned to the route 32 hours later with a whole new shifter, derailleur and cassette (back to the 11-32t!). I have a nasty habit of cross-chaining: I’d need to obsessively bite this in the butt to stop a recurrence!

The town of Prineville hosted a few other strandees, who had to scratch from the race: a poor chap who had broken his collar bone after his wheel clipped a raised bit of cycle path, and his friend who continued on, just to be hit by a deer!

Keeping my strategy up, but never pushing too much, I surprisingly caught a large bulk of riders a few days later; awesome! It seemed as everyone around me was tiring and cutting daily miles, I was getting stronger and increasing mine. The knee was also holding out.

Poorer night’s sleep bivvying outside and in places like roadside loos, would affect me on the bike: particularly one Idaho day with 3 hot summits, a pot-holed vehicle-heavy downhill against a headwind which jarred my stabbing saddle wounds relentlessly, then into a lightning and hailstorm before a final major climb which took hours. The feeling of being in the ‘hunger games’, and ability to cope with constant pain and discomfort can be unbearable if you are also sleep-deprived.

In the West every so often you are treated to some incredible larger-than-life vista: this shatters negative emotions, would remind me of how insanely lucky I am, and possibly allow my eyes to weep a little instead of my saddle sores for once!

From Oregon, to Idaho, Montana and then Wyoming, long climbs and mountain storms alternated with stretches of some poorly surfaced roads. A night at 2000m of altitude surrounded by bear warning signs, shaking in all my layers and some morning snow forced me to reconsider regular bivvying. Passing comfortably over Hoosier Pass at 3,500m in Colorado, led us to all naively believe the utterance ‘its all downhill from here!’.

Eastern Colorado introduced the punishing miles lying ahead: hot, flat, and mentally numbing with nothing to distract you. There were some astonishing storm-patterns: quickly building before you, tumbleweed and winds would aggressively hit the bike and blow you around, lightning would strike the fields alongside, and a tipping of water bullets for 30 minutes would block your vision before the angry dark lady would move to the next helpless area. Crazy! Finishing a long day in the night, my headlight picked up two bright dots in the distance. Moving closer revealed their large cat-eye characteristics and the rising water vapour from exhalations passing before them. Tensely, I kept some distance & tightly gripped my pepper-spray; trying to forget the recent news of a cyclist who was hunted and killed by a cougar.

Kansas was, well, Kansas. The head-shake of despair from anyone you mentioned it to, gave it all away. Gusting southerly cross-winds blew me off my bike, and recurrently into traffic. Fighting this in humidity and unbearable heat gives most their biggest struggles of the race. Sadly, the mental battle of flat desolation also leads to driving carelessness: two racers were hit by vehicles here. One has lost his life (RIP John Egber, you are an inspiration to so many); the other is thankfully recovering after a spell in critical care, although his accident hit me immensely. I had seen him a lot the preceding days, was in awe of his tenacity, and had been with him just an hour before the incident.

My natural optimism and hyperactive mind helped me through most days and nights, and I found entertainment in writing cycling ‘parodies’ to famous songs! Recordings are on YouTube if you need inspiration for your TABR attempt (‘Alaina Beacall’).

Finally entering Missouri returned joy to most, until we found the ‘rollers’! Quite incredible: smooth tarmac traverses three, sometimes four hills in quick succession, the next one steeper and taller than the last. This leads to a rollercoaster of visual illusions where someone in front looks to be defying gravity. The unforgiving rolling continued, via a few more mountain ranges, until the final 100 miles. Geez! ‘Make up the miles in the east’ indeed.

Illinois and Kentucky presented the infamous dog-chases I had SO looked forward to (not). Climbing hot, sub-tropical swamplands with moments of bug infestations, and recurrently seeing canines wanting to show you who’s boss, would get a little annoying! One such evening, fellow rider Steve and I also passed countless police cars to find there were two escaped convicted murderers on the loose, brilliant! This pepper-spray may have multiple uses.

The Schwalbe Durano tyres lasted beautifully: only two punctures. Sadly one tear couldn’t be sorted as the thru axle handle broke, so lead to more hitching and another lost half day.

Increasing daily miles whilst racking up mountain climbs, meant an average of 3000m ascent on many sequential days: unsurprisingly my Achilles tendon started throbbing. Thankfully other niggles were bearable, such as the small friction/sweat wounds forming on the backs of my legs, and the now thickened saddle skin area. Another racer with less time for self-care due to a top 10 finishing goal, required surgery to drain his saddle abscess: he had to complete the race, standing up.

My final day through lush green and hilly Virginia, allowed me to reflect on my journey: how it really started with the will of not giving up, despite a diagnosis warning me to think otherwise. Also how my consistent strategy paid off, yet feeling quite fresh, how I figured I could push a lot harder in future.

As the night veil approached, I reached the Victory Monument at Yorktown to the announcement of ‘Alaina we have salad for you!’. After one month of peanut butter, Cliff bars and cheap fruit pies, this was pretty cool.

I had completed Trans Am in 27 days: two lost to mechanicals, and 25 full ride days, this meant an average of 167 miles on every day I rode. My goal was also to raise funds for a small charity who offer food, clothes and aid integration of asylum seekers and refugees, Asylum Link Merseyside; so far an incredible £4000 has been raised.

Considering everything, I would not change any aspect of the bike or kit I used. I probably could have taken a little less, and perhaps let go of using mudguards; this was a rarity amongst other riders. I’m extremely happy with and proud to have finished Trans Am on a Vaaru MPA.
Bring on the next challenge.

For further details, blog access, and fundraising information, please visit www.alaina.co.uk

We are proud to have Erik Phalet as one if our riders. He recently completed his first ever ultra-cycling event, The TransAtlanticWay 2018 on his Vaaru MPA . A huge thank you to Erik for writing and sharing his comprehensive race report with us.

#TAW2018 – the preparation

After a life of cycling, in 2015 I bought my first real road bike. 2016 I did my first 200 km ride. 2017 my first overnighter and my first 1000 km audax. And later that year, the final trigger: I went to Geraardsbergen to see the start of TCR05. I decided to do the TransAtlanticWay Race 2018. A 2500 km one stage self-supported road bike race between Dublin and Cork via The Wild Atlantic Way. Finally!

Between that moment and the start of the race on june 7th 2018, I
● Got a beautiful, brand-new bike, a Vaaru MPA. A comfortable and fast long-distance bike. Titanium.
● Tried, broke, changed and retried lots of gear.
● Commuted over 5000 km. A good way to get used to riding no-matter-what, to test kit in all conditions.
● Did 19 +200 km rides, and 12 +300 km rides, and 2 +400 km rides. Solo. I tricked my mind and body into believing that a day with 350 km and 4500 vertical meters is just another day at the office.
● Did 4 overnighters, and a 2 day trip in the Ardennes, and a 4 day trip from home to the summit of Mont Ventoux. “Economy riding” for multiple day effort was optimized, and I experimented with (lots of) food and (very little) sleep.
● But above all, I had a good time!

I did not follow a structured training plan. My actual race preparation consisted of 3 small, plasticized print-outs:
1. Race planning: I prepared a schedule to finish in 8 days. During the race, I never even once looked at it. But making it proved very useful: it forced me to familiarize myself with the route, and to think about possible (and impossible) strategies.
2. A list with cities, villages, supply points. Not everything I would encounter on the route, just one for every 30 to 50 km. I used this all the time. It became my step-by-step guide through the race.
3. A list with all bicycle repair shops on or near the route. I was glad I had it when I needed it. A few weeks before the start of the race, I was happy with a 14.5 kg total weight for the bike and the luggage (without water). Everything tried, tested and approved. I was ready to go.

The final gearlist:

Bike

• Vaaru MPA
• Profile Designs Airstryke aerobars
• Custom built front wheel: SON delux 12 centerlock hub & DT RR421 rim
• Rear wheel: Edco Roche Disc
• Fabric Line Race Shallow saddle
• Bridge Street medium saddlebag
• Top tube bag Acepac fuel L
• Schmidt Edelux II frontlight
• B&M Secula rearlights (2)
• Cateye Omni 5 rearlight
• 75 cl bottles (2)
• Lezyne caddysack
• Ottolock

Basic clothing

• Gaerne Hurricane shoes (SPD)
• Socks
• Bib short Assos T.CENTO_S7
• Baselayer Patagonia Capilene Lightweight
• RH+ Shark Jacket
• GripGrab pro gloves
• Helmet

Extra clothing

• Rain jacket Vaude
• Rain cap
• GripGrab Race
• Aqua overshoes
• Maloja Gore-tex short
• Rivelo Merino long sleeve jersey
• Merino long johns
• Ninja Ice gloves
• Buff
• Legwarmers Pearl Izumi PI dry

Hygene

• Chamois cream Assos
• Skin repair gel Assos
• Lip balm
• Sun cream 30
• Toothpaste & -brush
• Wet wipes
• Sudocrem
• Ibuprophen, Motilium, Daphalgan

Electronics & documents

• Wahoo Bolt
• Etrex 20
• Batterypack 10,000 mAh (2)
• GSM
• USB charger (UKplug)
• USB cables (2)
• Lezyne caddy sack
• Maestro, Visa, ID, insurance
• AA Lithium batteries (2)
• AAA batteries (4)

Maintenance

• Conti tube race 28 (2)
• Conti GP 4 seasons 28
• Ritchey CPR 12+ multitool
• Topeak Micro rocket pump
• CO2 cartouche (2)
• patches & tire levers
• KMC 11 sp missing link (2)
• Breaker pin (2)
• Schrader-to-Presta
• Derailler hanger
• Gear cable
• Shimano brakepads Ice-Tec (2)
• Muc Off ceramic wet lube
• SPD cleats (2)
• Spokes (2 front, 2 rear)
• Electrical insulation tape

Food

• Powerbar electrolytes tablets (20)
• Osprey UL Stuff Pack (musette)

Bivouac

• SOL escape pro bivvy bag
• Klymit Inertia X-lite mat
• Torchlight

#TAW2018 – the race

I found the great adventure I was looking for, both the experience and the result wildly surpassed all my hopes and expectations!

Racing
● 147 starters
● Björn Lenhard won in 5 days 3 hours
● I finished 19th (provisional result) in 6 days 15 hours

● The lantern rouge took 15 days 8 hours
● 31 riders scratched

Riding
● 2256 km with 23200 m climbing
● I cycled 122.5 hours, I slept 26 hours and I had 12 hours of other stops
● During the day, 85% was actually riding, 15% stops for eating, shopping …
● Averaged 325 km per day @ 19.8 km/h riding speed
● Zero flats
● One mechanical (rear hub)

Pedaling

● No powering, no speeding, just pedaling
● Switching back to the inner ring. And again. And again. And again …
● Normalized power diminishing by about 20% over the week
● No problems with knees, tendons, hands or neck
● No saddle sores (!)
● Annoyances: little wounds on my tongue from all the bottle drinking, bruises and sore elbows from my aerobar pads

Sleeping

● No overnighters, I stopped every night
● Averaged 4 hours of sleep per night
● 4 roadside bivouacs (a medieval watchtower in ruins, a bungalow in an abandoned holiday park, a church portal and a school’s playground)
● 1 Air B&B, 1 hostel
● No (power) napping

Eating
● 5 or 6 meals per day, continuously nibbling in between
● Cookies, bars, chocolate, ice cream, nuts, scones, donuts, cupcakes, bananas …
● 3 to 5 liters of water with electrolyte tablets per day, plus about the same amount of Coke and a few large coffees

But most of all… The first-day-at-school jitters at the start; the incredible sunrise at Malin Head; the neverending beauty of the road; the other riders; the full-speed descent of Mamore Gap; off-roading in Glenveagh National Park; the plains of Connemara, the beauty of Dingle, the mountains of Kerry, the wildness of Beara; the ever-present ocean; eating lots of pancakes in Sneem; being dotwatched; the bleak beauty at dawn of the Gap of Dunloe and the Black Valley; the pandemonium of 15 people not-having-a-clue but trying to help anyway; the climb to Conor Pass; sunset-cruising around Slea Head; visiting Tom Crean’s South Pole Inn in Anascaul; the sun, the rain, the headwinds and the tailwinds; Monk’s Bar in Ballyvaughan reopening its kitchen at midnight to serve me a seafood chowder; enjoying the highs and dealing with the lows; the same rider passing me 5 times in one day; climbing Ballaghbeama Gap; the guy in the Caherciveen bike shop who repaired my rear hub; being blown up a 10.4% hill without pedaling; riding Lambs Head, Sheep’s Head, Mizen Head and Old Head in the raging storm Hector; the adrenaline at the finish; the emptiness at the finish; organizer Adrian and his team; and so much more…

Singing
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life

…

The bare necessities of life
They’ll come to you
They have come to you
(Baloo, Jungle Book)

…

#TAW2018 – the aftermath

Bike, components, accessories
The bike was great. Loved it. Still do!
● Choosing my Fabric Line ‘handlebar-saddle’ over my ISM PN ‘aerobar-saddle’ was one of the more difficult decisions, but proved oh-so-right.
● Pleased with the Conti GP 4 season 28 mm tyres
● The Shimano 105 group is rock-solid, and I was glad for the hydraulic discs.
● The comfort of electronic shifting with secondary shifters on the aerobars would have been well worth the extra cost and hassle.
● 50/34 with 11/32 gearing was ok, but I wouldn’t say no to an extra granny gear and some smaller mid-range steps (maybe something like 13-15-16-17-18-20-22-25-28-32-36, instead of 11-12-13-14-16-18-20-22-25-28-32, if such a cassette is even possible?).
● Edco wheels are not very common. There is little information available, and very few mechanics have any experience with them. My Optima Roche rear wheel uses their “Multisys cassette rotor”: both the freehub body and the locknut ring are Edco specific, incompatible with Shimano or Campa. It only has 24 spokes. It is a good wheel but it caused me trouble. It wasn’t a good choice for this race.
● Glad I had good mudguards
● The armrests on my aerobars couldn’t be moved backwards far enough. Resulting in bruises on my forearms and painful elbows.
● Very pleased with the SON hub dynamo and the Edelux II front light.
● My rear lights (one for day-flashing, two for night-steady) used AAA batteries: no worries.
● My battery pack has fast-charge, charge-through & 2 USB outs. This made for a fully charged GPS, smartphone and battery pack with 1 charger, in one go. In 3 to 4 hours. After 1 full and 1 partial recharge, I finished with almost 50% charge capacity remaining.

● After a few days, my Bridge Street saddlebag started to sag a little and came to rest on my rear mudguard. First I heard something, then I started feeling the oh-so-little drag. But it still took me a few hours to find out what was going on. Easily fixed.
Other gear
Most of my gear performed well. Only a few details didn’t work out as planned.
● I had no light cycling shirt for the warm weather we got during the first days.
● I never used my merino long-sleeve cycling jersey for cycling, the ZR+ Shark was just too good! It was only used as pajamas.
● My stuff pack (basically an ultra-light-and-minimalist backpack) was very comfortable to wear, even with quite a lot of food and drink in it. But it’s not so easy to eat from it while riding. For this, a more classic draw-string bag/musette might have been handier. Or maybe I should overcome my dislike for a food pouch on the handlebars.
There was nothing that I absolutely needed but didn’t bring.
There were a few things I brought but didn’t use:
● Most maintenance and repair stuff. But you need to bring those anyway.
● Rain overshoes and warmer/rain gloves. But Ireland without full rain gear? No…
● Etrex 20. I only used my Bolt. But a backup GPS is never a bad idea.
● Torchlight. Only about 3 hours of real darkness per night, and those were the hours that I slept. Superfluous.
● Second battery pack. Not needed, I was too cautious there.
● Sudocreme. I only used the Assos chamois crème.
● Daphalgan and Motilium.

Body
I didn’t know my body could stand up to something like this. What a nice surprise☺!
No injuries or physical harm.
Very tired. Couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think. On the second evening after I finished, I walked into a bar to have dinner, and they refused to serve me because “you already had a few to many, son”. I got lost on the 250 meter walk back to my hotel (I was dead sober ☺). From the first 36 hours after my finish, I slept about 24. Those acute symptoms only lasted for 2 or maybe 3 days. But my energy levels
stayed low for a long time. Replenishing the reserve tank took weeks. And craving for food! I lost only 1.5 kilos during the race and I regained those within 2 days. But it took my body a few more days to realize that it was no longer necessary to eat everything in sight. After about a week of eating double breakfasts, double dinners and snacking like hell, things slowly returned to normal.

Mind
TAW2018 was my first ever ultra-cycling race. And it proved a “life-event”: an experience to help shape my coming years; an adventure that made me a little more complete as a person.

I am not good enough with words to describe what exactly happened or how this all works. So let’s try with a quote that I like very much (from Katie Ives, in Alpinist Magazine):

“Perhaps, amid the scores of practical guides, we need a few more maps for wandering, formed of hints and riddles, of stories and images that expand, rather than shrink, our vision of the
wild. During the most focused moments of any climb, all prior knowledge vanishes. We re-create a world for ourselves, at once ephemeral and eternal. Its cartography might be like (an) incomplete, ungraspable, shifting and radiant map of the real.”

There is the dreaded post-race-blues. But it feels similar to a mild post-expedition-blues. And that’s something I have dealt with in the past. Resetting your cartography to a practical “map of the real”, usable for day-to-day life takes time. And effort.

Erik Phalet, TransAtlanticWay Race 2018