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2026-03-10 \u2014 No ride, Cabo Blanco<\/h1>\n
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Intro<\/h3>\n

This day was a necessary pause, a chance to simply be<\/em> in Cabo Blanco. I woke with a quiet curiosity about what a day without pedals might hold.<\/p>\n

Ride Overview<\/h3>\n

No ride today. The bike rested, leaning against the wall, gathering dust I wouldn’t wipe off just yet. The weather was mostly sunny, a gentle warmth seeping into the coastal air, perfect for simply existing. My world today was confined to the hotel and its immediate surrounds, a pleasant, unhurried contrast to the miles I’ve been covering.<\/p>\n

Highlights<\/h3>\n

The morning began with a true indulgence: breakfast on the second-floor terrace, looking out over the endless stretch of the Pacific. The sound of waves was a constant, soothing rhythm, a reminder of how far I’d travelled to find moments like these. It felt like the ocean itself was breathing with me.<\/em><\/p>\n

Later, a small victory against digital clutter. I spent a good chunk of time replacing my old scanning app, setting up a new one with automatic uploads to my NAS. It’s a fiddly, often frustrating task, but getting the Vodafone app configured for my new eSIM felt like closing another open tab in my mind. The satisfaction of those small administrative tasks being checked off was surprisingly potent.<\/p>\n

The afternoon brought an unexpected role: tax consultant. My former flatmate called, perplexed by the intricacies of the 1\/5th rule for severance payments. To my own surprise, I found myself explaining it with clarity and confidence. It was a strange, satisfying moment, a flicker of a past life, helping a friend navigate something so utterly removed from dusty roads and headwinds.<\/p>\n

Lowlights<\/h3>\n

The biggest drain on my day, and indeed my mental energy, was the relentless hunt for summer vacation flights. I’m trying to carve out a month to visit family in Germany, but the flight options from Cuzco are a labyrinth. It was a constant trade-off: hours-long layovers for a cheaper fare, or paying a premium for a more direct route. I ended the research well past midnight, exhausted, with only a vague, uneasy plan in my head. There are times I wish the world was smaller, or at least better connected.<\/em><\/p>\n

Overnight<\/h3>\n

I stayed at the Hospedaje Cabo Blanco in my flat. It was a welcome cocoon of comfort, a place where the simple act of having a clean, quiet room felt like a profound gift. The view from my window, even after the sun had set, offered a sense of scale, of the vastness that still lay ahead, even as I paused.<\/p>\n

Reflection<\/h3>\n

Today confirmed the essential rhythm of a long journey: the need for stillness to appreciate the motion. It wasn’t about covering ground, but about grounding myself. The day allowed me to catch up on small but important tasks, to connect with a friend, and to face a future logistical challenge. My quiet takeaway is that sometimes, the most important progress isn’t measured in kilometres, but in the quiet restoration of mind.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n

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Route summary<\/h2>\n
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  • Date: 10.03.2026<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/section>\n<\/article>\n\n\n

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