My year as a city cycle courier — by Nora Pinto
When I quit my office job to deliver parcels by bike, my parents were horrified. They thought I would be cold, exhausted and broke within a month. Twelve months on, I am two of those things — but the money has actually been the easy part.
What surprised me most wasn't the traffic, it was the loneliness. Office life had been noisy and a bit boring, but I always had someone to share a coffee with. As a courier you wave at other riders, exchange a sentence at traffic lights, and that's it. I now understand why so many of us spend our breaks together in the same café — it isn't the coffee, it's the conversation.
Would I recommend the job? Only if you genuinely enjoy being outside in every kind of weather. The fitness is a bonus, the freedom is real, but the work is repetitive. After a year I have decided to stay — for now. Ask me again in winter.


