The crossroads of paths
IT WAS NOT easy to fall asleep, stuck between the door and the toilet. Soaked to the bone on the cold tile floor, I had hoped for a better place to spend my first night abroad than the public toilets of an Austrian highway. I was lost, not far from Innsbruck. I had ridden since dawn in the rain, until I was exhausted, before worrying about accommodation. My only break was a flat tire.
That night, I brainstormed with my
