The story
I have always loved cycling. There is a freedom that comes with experiencing the road on a bike that’s second to none, and a sense of accomplishment when you go against the elements and come out on top. Since I learned how to ride at 3 years old, a bike has been a constant companion carrying me from one chapter of life to another. In 2016, I decided to add a little adventure to my riding with a long-distance solo trip to Mombasa from Nairobi. It took 4 days and 4 hours to complete and I loved every moment of it. Challenging the elements and battling brutal crosswinds from long-haul cargo trucks on the roads made for an interesting journey. The thrill of riding through the Tsavo in the beauty of nature is indescribable. I was hooked. After this ride, a close friend suggested that I attach a “cause” to my long-distance exploits to add a purpose to my adventure.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli.