Here's a story that basically sums up why we go on these bike trips: The oranges on Kaisa's plate were given to us by a man who happened to be standing by the side of the road when we sweated up a long hill. He first waved at us and then ran across the road to Christoffer and stuffed his cycling shirt pockets with three huge juicy oranges. Christoffer said one of the two Japanese words he knows, arigato (thanks), and we continued uphill while the man drove off in the other direction.
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