Chinese temple

I think today and just today while i was walking in this temple i actually realized that i f**king cycled to china. How insane! even myself I can't picture the idea of this whole trip. So much energy and dedication and sweat, hunger... sleep and eat and wake up and ride again...so much things and people that i can't compress it into a single individual idea as a whole. I can see myself with my friends leaving Dresden, I can see myself over Khulo mountain with Pedt and later crossing the desert. I see Khiva and i see the first yurts in Kirguistan... but all together even myself I can't understand it as a single process. Is myself who cycled to China? or so many time and things happened that myself has been lost and changed in the doing?

Altough i can't picture this idea of a person crossing the map to this particular point, i like the idea that someone, probably me, connected the Edeka supermarket under my home to this Chinese temple. A short summary of thousend and thousands  of years of human history by going km to km from supermarkets with really cheap beear to a smoky budhist temples with athmospheric Chinese music. A crossed land where millions and millions of human beings have been born and died to make what we are here to see and live.