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Published: October 16th 2007
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So strong was the smell of the green rolling hills that it literally attacked me with childhood memories.
I wasn’t cycling through the verdant valleys of the Western Cape, I was cycling down memory lane. Through an outdoor childhood spent at my grandfathers farm, running through the high late-summers grass, pulling pranks with my grandmother as she carried firewood down to the house and eating ...
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Marcoelitaliano
Marco Daprile
Short but Good.
As good as it gets. As usual. And, Yes, cycling is the real way of travelling.