DAY 108 | Russia | How To Move The Stars | A bicycle ride around the world

How To Move The Stars is the day by day retelling of a bicycle ride around the world. Start from the beginning to get the whole story. 

My adventure was a modern day epic, a solo, self-supported bicycle ride spanning 38,000 miles across six continents. There were moments I barely survived, and times I cried tears of joy, but mostly, this is a story about the thousands of people I met along the way.  I moved through their cultures, and dramatic landscapes. I ate their food and slept on their land. I was constantly arriving to the open arms of strangers who were excited to help me achieve a feat that few could imagine. I did this for years, immersing myself in the world and meeting the people who live here. The story I returned with is a snapshot of humanity, captured in a lived experience. Thank you for joining me on my journey.

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Episode Transcript

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June 1st, 2013 Avoiding the rainin Russia.
This morning from my hammock I saw beautiful Reds and pinks
swirling low over the horizon. I watched until I fell asleep
again. When I woke a second time, the
sun was up and I was already sweating.
I followed the flat, quiet Rd. past expansive fields and

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patches of forest. The many shades of green beamed
in the bright sunlight. Small towns came and went.
Every hour I tracked the weatherdrifting across the wide open
landscape, and in the early afternoon I spotted a
thunderstorm coming my way just as the rain started the fall.
I tie my tarp to the low branch of a tree, then huddled beneath.

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Lightning cracked overhead and Islowly became soaked as the rain
came down on my makeshift shelter.
Once a storm passed, I started down the road only to see the
rain change direction and come at me a second time.
I raced to keep ahead of the downpour before pulling into an
empty bus shelter. While the rain fell, I was
content to wait. The time was peaceful in a way.

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I sat for hours with nothing to do and doing nothing.
When the last few drops of rain had rung from the sky, I left
the bus stop to ride late into the evening.
I peddled hard in the wake of the storm, riding the wave of
air being sucked along behind, splashing through puddles the
whole way. As I've been going north in the

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summer solstice approaches, I have significantly more daylight
than when I started in February.The sun is up for 10 hours and
45 minutes. Today I had 17 hours of
daylight. I was able to pedal late into
the evening, almost at 10:00 PM,and with the last bit of light I
pulled into a farm field to hangmy hammock in a dark patch of

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trees.