Is this really the end?
I reached. With my feet in the sand and the bike next to me. I did it. 5800 Kilometers are behind me. I had met so many people, seen so many places, experienced so much during the last 95 days. With the face to the ocean I fall to my knees and take off my helmet. My journey is over.
Clover gives me a hug happily, congratulating me that I am still alive. The tourists around me might think I am crazy. There is this foreigner with all his bags and a bike in the sand, holding a huge banner with 岳哥去哪儿 in his hands, tears in his eyes and a smile in his face. The journey that I dreamed about had finally come true. With more experiences in between than I could ever imagine before I started this project.