28 June 2026 - 20:51
After 20km, Rik stopped—with great regret—and took a taxi to the final destination. Since his fall, already six days ago, the pain around his hip has only increased. Even a Flandrien remains human…
So I rode on alone, along a deserted coastal road, with rocks on the left and the sea on the right, and an enchanting view of the Ionian Islands. After 128km, with a headwind in the final phase and my tongue hanging between the chain, I arrived in Mesolongi. An important city for the Greek War of Independence. Rik was waiting for me there with the standard half-liter pints. Bliss!