I left my Irish cycling companions at the campsite in Bordeaux and headed out of the city. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with those guys, but it was time to continue my own journey. And so I began to head south. I didn't actually make it that far before something I call 'train-shame' kicked in. …
Due to some laundry and weather delays we had a late start and did not depart from our duck-friendly campsite until gone 1 p.m. The mornings rainfall let up shortly after I awoke and I opened the doors of my tent for some fresh air. One particularly brave duck took this as a sign for …
I woke up from Sam's birthday celebrations, surprisingly, not hungover at all. Today would be the first rest day of this trip and although my legs were not screaming for it, I am sure they needed it. Later tonight Sam and Eddies friend, Bri, would arrive in the city to join them on their travels …
I was up and outside of my tent at 8:00 a.m, a little while before the rest of our make-shift cycle camp. The morning started cool and clear, it was shaping up to be another beautiful day in north-western France. Sam, Eddie and I didn't set off on the bikes until 11:30 a.m. We made …
Upgrading my tent for this bike trip was worth it. It might seem a little excessive carrying around a four-man tent for one person, but after the fiasco of my one-man tent last year I was loving the luxury of head room. I woke up revitalised and unexpectedly mobile, considering the wake-up call my legs …
It was a few minutes past 11 p.m. on the 4th of June 2016. I was sat by a window in the bar of an overnight ferry to France, beer in hand, celebrating the start of my second bicycle adventure. In the morning I would arrive in the town of Roscoff, depart the boat and …
The evening before Oktoberfest I slept in a campsite somewhere in Munich. The party had already begun here and by the state of things it looked like it had been going for a while. The place was a little.....unsanitary. By 8 PM it was very chilly and I was wrapped, fully clothed, inside my sleeping …
Four days. For almost four days I spent most of my time stuck inside a tent. The nights were cold and the ground beneath me was so waterlogged it felt like I was floating. The first day was not so bad, I considered it an impromptu rest day and appreciated the sound of the rain. …
Sleeping on my new air mattress was a dream. It was a whole centimetre thicker and it stayed inflated. In comparison to last week I was now sleeping weightless, floating comfortably as you might in the Dead Sea.So comfortably in fact that I slept straight through the commotion happening right inside my tent.When I woke …
The last few days were wonderful and awful at the same time. The sun and scenery had been on top form as I leisurely made my way along the Rhein. I'd been shade bathing under trees, enjoying beers by the water, exploring WWII relics and had hiked to a castle. I even witnessed a fellow …
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