To Brest and Beyond: Biking through Europe’s Oldest Forest

After many hours on a train from Minsk, I arrived in Brest at 8 PM on a Thursday evening, and went straight to my hostel to get some sleep, after having two nights of only four and five hours sleep (thanks to the Danes who persuaded me into having beers). I had one main reason for going all the way to Brest, a city located…