After another night sleeping without a tent I woke up (again) to my sleeping bag soaked with morning dew. The early sunrise did however work its magic and by 7:45 AM everything was dry enough to be packed away. The days ride began with a downhill blast and a pit stop for some breakfast. It …
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 …
I left the well signposted route of the Rhein, heading inland and south, towards Luxembourg. It was a lovely days ride through sleepy towns and unblemished countryside. On a break in the mid afternoon, once I had cycled off my beer breakfast, courtesy of Chris, I took inventory. In less than 4 weeks I had …
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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