A long time ago, when I was much younger, I once came to a similar place. Wherefrom below, from inside the city, you could see a tree-covered mountain, and oh my God! How majestic!
How beautiful, dreamy, and glorious it was in my eyes!
Forest mountains have always been a special attraction for me.
I had become a cyclist to go to sea, perhaps because going to the forest was a dream that seemed unattainable to me.
The city in which I live is like a valley in the middle of forested mountains, whose roads are sometimes good and paved and sometimes rough. It is as if there are winding paths around the mountain, going around and around in a mild steep under the shade of the trees.
No route will be impossible if you just take your bike out and start pedaling. When you pedal, a mysterious mountain pass, that has a rough road, and sometimes its steep slope is tiring and exhausting, is not impossible to go to it at last.
The trees sprinkle beautiful green umbrellas on your head, and the sun shines through the little gaps between the leaves. Underneath your feet, a river is roaring, indescribable.
If it is early in the morning, the birds will not stop singing as well. Your friends are with you and you stop from time to time to rest. A slip of water and here we go again…
