Chocolate

This trip has so far been based on one essential item. Chocolate. There are, of course, minor necessities like pedaling, sleep, and having a working bicycle. But those all serve the larger purposes of getting us to, and preparing us for eating, the chocolate. At the end of a grueling day of cycling, there is simply nothing we want to do more than sit on a warf, watch the sky turn pink with the setting sun, and feel squares of chocolate melt in our mouths. It has become a nightly ritual - a means of relaxing, bonding, and congratulating ourselves on a job well done. Some of our tens of readers may remark, "hey, Joe's posts are all about sugary stuff." I don't care. Because baby (chocolate), you are all I think about. In the middle of a forty minute climb over a fjord, the thought of a delicious chocolate bar is the only thing that keeps my legs moving to the top of the hill and the town beyond. Ben and I have just finished gorging ourselves on a massive bar of Fruknott (full of dried fruits and peanuts), Smil (a.k.a. Rollos) and a coconut bar. Dad, you will be happy to know they are all Kraft products. We feel a little queasy, but oh so satisfied. And we are already excited to do it again tomorrow.

- Joe
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