Apparently the Danish equivalent of “Oh, well”. I’m practising this attitude today.
I only practice “Pyt” because of the heat. When the asphalt stores it and gives it back to me, 26 degrees are unbearable for me.
“Pyt” is the only right answer when my tyre is flat and I try to patch the tubeless tyre. Pyt, when the temporary solution doesn’t hold, the tool is not the right one and I’m sewing the casing with needle and thread at the roadside.
Retrieving Pyt becomes a little more difficult when I end up on tiny mountain bike trails, almost vertically up a slope, with water and batteries running low. When I’m not sure if I’ll make it to the next village by evening, to the next shelter. I’m making very slow progress on the tiny trails. At least the repair to my tyre holds, I’ve certainly tested that thoroughly. But I still manage to enjoy the trail, I can always pitch my tent somewhere and continue the next morning.
The feeling of jumping into the sea afterwards is unbeatable. After spending the whole day in the pine forest, I now smell the sea intensely for the first time, feel the water pulling me in different directions.
I find my sleeping place, which even has a water connection. For the first time, I put my inner tent in the shelter to protect me from mosquitoes. It’s strange to hear the mosquitoes buzzing and know that they can’t harm me.
PS: Another highlight of my day: the man sitting on the doorstep in his vest, roasting sausages in front of him. He inside, sausage outside. I would have loved to take a photo!
