I‘ve commuted to work most of my life. Working in the outskirts of Rotterdam came pretty close to the ‘ideal commute’. The city planners over there came to the conclusion that if you have to create a separated cycle-way why not take it away from other traffic all together? This opened up an enormous amount of possibilities. My commute took me along canals, across two bridges, through three old village centres and through kilometers of pasture land. If I rode my motorbike I would have been at work in 15 minutes but I preferred the 40 minute bike ride as it was a way to get my endorphin fix in the morning and a great way to unwind on my way home.
My current commute lasts about 10 seconds as I shuffle down the hall from the coffee machine to DMHQ. This doesn’t keep me from my fix however… when I do need to go to town it’s a 20 minute ride through the sulphur flats, along the shores of Lake Rotorua. Redwood forest, bubbling mud pools and flurries of steam with stunning vistas of Mokoia Island and the Rotorua Museum make up my commute these days. It’s a different kind of epic journey but it’s a fix that will bridge the gap to the next adventure!