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 …
I awoke at 7 AM to the sound of water flowing gently past my tent. The campground was still shrouded in early morning mist and the sun had yet to climb over the surrounding peaks. I had run out of tea bags so my early morning beverage was hot water with honey, I sat crossed …
Today was the 22nd of August and thus marked one full month since leaving home and starting this adventure with my pedal powered companion. Aside from the recent torment of hills, the journey had other ups and downs, but really I was loving every minute of it.I made an executive decision to enjoy a day …
Shortly before 7:30AM, whilst the campsite was still quiet and relativity motionless, I was packed down and ready to go. I walked my bike past dozens of slumbering tents towards the gate and began my day feeling fresh and rested. The clouds that were low and threatening began to lift as the world woke up …
Cycling towards the city with the morning sun finding gaps in the canopy of trees overhead made for a pleasant way to start this particular morning in August. I had a short 10 mile (16km) ride, which would take me through Amsterdam Forest and Vondelpark to a hostel that I hoped would have vacancies. The …
After this mornings wet and wonderful adventure I arrived in Rotterdam around mid afternoon. The rain that had followed me all day played its final dramatic scene and faded away into intermittent sunshine. Tonight I would be staying in a hostel, an unusually shaped hostel at that. My plan was to stay for two nights, …
It was the 25th of July 2015. For those of you that have read my previous post, you will probably be aware that my trip did not start on the best mental note. However the initial shock was now over and I would eventually to settle into 'Cycle Life' quite pleasantly.Last night's slumber had served …
After finding my bearings so that I would be cycling in the right direction, the route I followed would take me along the Belgian coast, through Ostend and then inland to Bruges. I would cover approximately 45 miles (70km) hugging the shoreline and cruising the very scenic canal.I remember that first day, and maybe the …
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