Multiplying Ratio: Part 2. Story of my trip in Corsica, France

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(continued 3rd day ....)
At certain times my thoughts flew far away, maybe I did not want to be there, but the challenge was now under way, and I had to win only cycling. Sweat blinded me at certain moments, I felt almost acid could burn your face, but it was like a pleasant feeling, liberating, sometimes drops his managed to capture with my tongue, like wanting to quench themselves.
Probably this was the condition for days and days I had to rely only on myself, only my intuition would take me in my journey.
The white cliffs watching the narrow sea passage, his majesty suggested a certain fear, who knows if the blond viking barbarians before this mighty wonder he ever found?
A few hours earlier I was on top of that cliff, thinking about how I continued my journey, but there seemed more important to turn their gaze to the present rather than the future, even if immediate.
Everything around me was the sea, now we had lost sight of the white cliffs, and still could not see the new territory, only very small islands formed by a side dish for this vision.