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Adventure No.3
Holyland
challenge
MTB race across Israel
Holy sh*t
Sometimes you go on a bike trip for a holiday, to soak up some culture. Sometimes it's to challenge yourself, to test your limits and find some things out. The 400 miles to Jerusalem asked questions of every part of my body and soul, relentlessly for 6 days until I was an exhausted but satisfied wreck.
Falling asleep to the sound of ISIS gunfire and wolves, losing my sleeping bag, 18 hour days on the bike, crossing countless barbed wire fences through mine-strewn areas, crossing rivers and mountains - just some of the challenges myself and the other HLC riders had to overcome along the way.