I woke up to a beautifully sunny day, packed the rest of my things and set off down the mountain into Morzine. At the bottom of the road to Les Gets, I caught up another cycle tourer who was on his way to Nice. We had a nice chat all the way up the hill into Les Gets, where he headed off into the town centre and I set off down the 13km descent out of the mountains into Taninges, quickly followed by a small Col before descending down into the large valley and into Cluses. From there I headed west towards Amancy, where I began climbing another Col to cross into another valley on my way to Annecy. After quite a lot more climbing and descending, I dropped down into the centre of Annecy, where I found hundreds of other cyclists, who were gathered for the amateur stage of the Tour de France, where anyone can enter and ride the stage around the mountains that the tour will do. Unsurprisingly, a lot of the campsites were full so I climbed away from the lake and found a little campsite in a village about half and hour away.
Things started well the next morning. I adjusted my gears as they were jumping slightly, which improved them significantly but as I was putting my tent away, one of the poles broke. I made my way to Chambery, where I found an outdoor shop (although it was a few miles outside the centre, up a hill and in the wrong direction) and replaced the pole, also getting a camping stool for 5 euros so I would no longer have to sit on the floor! Just as I as leaving, one of the 2 clips fell off my bar bag and as I just started to descend after climbing another Col to get out of Chambery, I nearly fell off my bike as my shoe got stuck in my pedals. Fortunately, I managed to force the shoe off the pedal - I was sat by the road in my sock - and tighten the cleat back up. After a day of breaking things (I was surprised I didn't get my first puncture!), I arrived in a little village, where I had a couple of beers in a café, whilst watching Chris Froome destroy everyone in Ax 3 Domaines.
Day 43 started with a morning of cruising along the flat before turning off and heading into some more mountains after lunch. No officials Cols were climbed but the road was never flat, seeming to be more uphill than down, especially as it was 40°C! The day after followed a very similar pattern, although I did 10 more miles (71 in total) thanks to racing along at 20mph for a couple of hours. I decided to cut the corner off the valley, instead of going all the way to Avignon, so I ended up climbing for a while before stopping at a campsite with a pool (their sign was right at the top of a hill and the thought of jumping in a pool was far too tempting!)
My pitch was right next to a Belgium caravan and I was just about to jump in the pool after my tent was up, when the owner came out and offered me a bottle of coke - I must've looked quite tired and hot. I declined in the standard British way and he said that if there was anything I needed then just ask! After my swim, I went to wash my biking clothes but, unlike most campsites, there was no powder/tablets and you couldn't buy them either. They very kindly gave me some powder, refusing to accept anything in return and also invited me for tea as they were going to have a barbeque. I cooked my pasta just before and took it over so I had at least something to give them and we (the two of them and their 3 young children) had a lovely evening eating food, chatting and then watching the amazing thunder and lightning storm that was passing across us in the distance!
Fortunately, we barely got any rain and I awoke to another really hot day, which was a lot slower than the previous one. My legs started to weaken up any sort of incline but I still managed 70 miles following the Tour de France's route along the coast and headed straight into the centre of Montpellier. I found a nice campsite just outside the city and had a nice relaxing evening pitched in the picnic area, where the campsite owner had let me stay as it was the only place left that had any shade.
I ignored my alarm to get up for bread the next morning and slept in as I only had 2 gentle days to go until I reached my Gran's house near Perpignan. I had an apple pastry, minus the apple (I was not happy about that at all), in the next village and cruised down the coast towards Bezier. I turned off the route before I got too far into the city, bought some fresh food for lunch and had a nice hour eating and resting by the side of the Canal du Midi in Villeneuve-les-Beziers. After blasting down the large, straight A road to Narbonne, sat in the slipstream of a vineyard tractor, I slowly made my way through the city and followed the coast to a campsite next to the 'Reserve Africano' near Sigean, where I spent an uncomfortable night's sleep lying on a gravel surface. Up quickly the next morning, I turned off into the hills and made my way through 30 miles of up and down through valleys, before I arrived at my Gran's in Cucugnan, just in time for lunch.
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Thursday, 4 July 2013
First leg finished!
Day 28 was the third day in a row that I only managed to ride into the thirties (of miles) as I was taking it nice and steady to avoid having to wait on my own in the chalet in Morzine for too long. I cut across a couple of valleys on small roads from Moudon, then descended off the mountains into Vevey on the shore of Lac Leman. I wandered around the market there and bought a couple of bits to throw in my pasta before following the cycle and footpath right beside the lake into Montreux. I sourced some camping and internet in the TI (tourist info) there - I only checked my emails on the computer as it was stupidly expensive to use - and then got back on the cycle path and followed it past the Chateau de Chillon and into Villeneuve.
I had a small salad and beer in a cafe beside the lake whilst I read my book for a couple of hours to kill some time before I set off for the campsite on the other side of town. I set up camp and just as I was finishing cooking my pasta, the girl from the caravan next to me turned up with a friend and, after seeing me sat on the floor eating my food on my own, asked if I wanted to join them for a drink. I spent an hour chatting to Alexis, whose caravan it was (she was living in it as living in Montreux is very expensive), and through her, Crystal (she didn't speak any English), before they invited me to come along with them to the music festival which was on in town centre. The evening involved me meeting all of their friends, chatting about my trip and other random things, drinking port and dancing to versions of songs like 'Back In The USSR' sung with heavy french accents! We got back to the campsite and carrying on talking round her table before finally going to bed at 2.30am.
I woke before my alarm at 11 and once I had got out of my tent and seen that the weather was grey and overcast, I decided I was going to cycle all the way to the chalet and be warm and dry instead of paying to possibly get wet in a campsite. I followed the lakeside road all the way from Montreux to Thonon-les-Bains, stopping in Evian for a coffee, sandwich and bottle of water. From Thonon, I cycled all the way up the Gorges du Pont du Diable, which wasn't too bad as it was nice and cool (it gently rained on me just as I was entering Evian but had stopped by then) and I had the incentive of a hot shower and a proper bed to sleep in! I made it to the Lac de Montriond for half 5 and because I had no food (small supermarkets are closed on sundays), I had a nice plate of roasted duck in a green peppercorn sauce (surprisingly one of the cheapest on the menu) before jumping back on the bike for the 10 minute pedal up to the chalet, where I crashed out after reading my book in a nice double bed!
The next 4 days were spent chilling out in the chalet and down by the lake, eating a variety of foods that had nothing to do with pasta (homemade burgers with all the trimmings, horse sausages etc...), cycling the 'Col de la Jeux Verte' in both directions, once without any extra weight on my bike at all and wandering around Morzine. On day 34, James/Bob/Tom2 arrived with a pink van load of bikes in the evening and after the morning emptying the van and getting my back wheel (on my road bike) straightened in Morzine, the rest of the Thirsty Knights arrived in the rain and we spent the evening in the chalet being highly entertained by a certain someone and a bottle of gin!
Days 36, 37 and 38 were all spent on the mountain bike on the downhill trails around Les Gets, Morzine, Chatel and Morgins. The weather was brilliant, the biking was even better, nobody came off and badly hurt themselves and only one expensive, carbon bike was snapped in half!
Everybody left to fly back to England on the wednesday, leaving me all on my own and feeling a bit lonely after 5 days of company. I spent a good few hours cleaning and maintaining the bike, ready for the next leg down to Perpignan and the Mediterranean and the rest of the day relaxing, as I have done today. I am now packed and ready to set off, leaving early tomorrow morning and heading towards Annecy and, for the first time since the first post, I am now completely up to date!
Total mileage covered: ~1200 miles.
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| View of Lac Leman from the cafe in Villeneuve |
I had a small salad and beer in a cafe beside the lake whilst I read my book for a couple of hours to kill some time before I set off for the campsite on the other side of town. I set up camp and just as I was finishing cooking my pasta, the girl from the caravan next to me turned up with a friend and, after seeing me sat on the floor eating my food on my own, asked if I wanted to join them for a drink. I spent an hour chatting to Alexis, whose caravan it was (she was living in it as living in Montreux is very expensive), and through her, Crystal (she didn't speak any English), before they invited me to come along with them to the music festival which was on in town centre. The evening involved me meeting all of their friends, chatting about my trip and other random things, drinking port and dancing to versions of songs like 'Back In The USSR' sung with heavy french accents! We got back to the campsite and carrying on talking round her table before finally going to bed at 2.30am.
I woke before my alarm at 11 and once I had got out of my tent and seen that the weather was grey and overcast, I decided I was going to cycle all the way to the chalet and be warm and dry instead of paying to possibly get wet in a campsite. I followed the lakeside road all the way from Montreux to Thonon-les-Bains, stopping in Evian for a coffee, sandwich and bottle of water. From Thonon, I cycled all the way up the Gorges du Pont du Diable, which wasn't too bad as it was nice and cool (it gently rained on me just as I was entering Evian but had stopped by then) and I had the incentive of a hot shower and a proper bed to sleep in! I made it to the Lac de Montriond for half 5 and because I had no food (small supermarkets are closed on sundays), I had a nice plate of roasted duck in a green peppercorn sauce (surprisingly one of the cheapest on the menu) before jumping back on the bike for the 10 minute pedal up to the chalet, where I crashed out after reading my book in a nice double bed!
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| Arriving at L'Eau Vive in Ardent, nr Morzine (can be hired out - see http://www.familyski.co.uk) |
The next 4 days were spent chilling out in the chalet and down by the lake, eating a variety of foods that had nothing to do with pasta (homemade burgers with all the trimmings, horse sausages etc...), cycling the 'Col de la Jeux Verte' in both directions, once without any extra weight on my bike at all and wandering around Morzine. On day 34, James/Bob/Tom2 arrived with a pink van load of bikes in the evening and after the morning emptying the van and getting my back wheel (on my road bike) straightened in Morzine, the rest of the Thirsty Knights arrived in the rain and we spent the evening in the chalet being highly entertained by a certain someone and a bottle of gin!
Days 36, 37 and 38 were all spent on the mountain bike on the downhill trails around Les Gets, Morzine, Chatel and Morgins. The weather was brilliant, the biking was even better, nobody came off and badly hurt themselves and only one expensive, carbon bike was snapped in half!
Everybody left to fly back to England on the wednesday, leaving me all on my own and feeling a bit lonely after 5 days of company. I spent a good few hours cleaning and maintaining the bike, ready for the next leg down to Perpignan and the Mediterranean and the rest of the day relaxing, as I have done today. I am now packed and ready to set off, leaving early tomorrow morning and heading towards Annecy and, for the first time since the first post, I am now completely up to date!
Total mileage covered: ~1200 miles.
The Storm
The morning's ride out of Basel was a gentle climb through a large valley, all the way to Delemont, where I had a couple of brioche I bought from a petrol station and a coke whilst sat in the nice comfy seats outside a McDonalds. The landscape opened out onto a small plain before I was plunged into a steep gorge that ran from Moutier to Court. I arrived in Court at lunch time so whilst drinking a coffee and eating a bowl of chips from a small cafe, I studied my map and decided to take the mountain road to Grenchen instead of following the valley through a pass all the way to Bienne. I slightly underestimated the climb - it was about 8 miles in total and took me just under 2 hours due to the road being extremely steep, which meant that I could only just crawl up it, standing on my pedals and in my lowest gear! A bit of pushing at the steepest part and a couple of stops were needed but I soon got to the top, covered in sweat thanks to being out in the sun for most of the way up. The climb wasn't too bad overall though and picturesque mountain top scenery made my decision to climb the right one. The meadow that was situated right beside a large cliff had stunning views of the valley below, which had small towns dotted along the river that snaked its way through the middle it and a row of snow covered mountains that rose up on the other side of the valley. I easily decided that I was going to camp on top of the mountain as it was also slightly later than I had planned due to the amount of time it took me to get up there!
There was a walking path right along the edge of the cliff where, on a small patch of grass behind a couple of trees, there was a fire pit and the remains of a fire, so I cooked my pasta on a small campfire which I built instead of using my gas cooker. It was easily the best camping spot I'd been in all trip but because of the fire, the steep climb in the sun and the lack of shower, I planned the next day as a small ride into Bienne where I would stop at a campsite beside the lake and wash all of my stuff.
I got up early as it was a bit cold and I was pitched right beside a footpath but that wouldn't have been a problem as the fog had come in and you couldn't see more than 10m right on the very top. I blasted down the mountain, maxing out at 40.1mph and only taking 17 minutes to do 7.5 miles before rolling nicely down the valley and into Bienne, where I stopped and had a couple of croissants and a coffee for breakfast. Because it was only 9.30am by this point, I changed my plan and rode all the way round the lake to Erlach instead, where I pitched the tent in a campsite that was 10 seconds walk from the water's edge. I bought some fresh bread and had a nice couple of sandwiches before I washed my clothes and had a shower just after I had gone for a swim in the lake.
It got to 6 in the evening before the weather turned. Black clouds appeared over the mountains, the wind picked up significantly so I got myself into my tent and packed everything up so it was nice and waterproof inside my panniers. The wind increased again then 5 minutes later, it rained and hailed like I have never seen it before. Within 10 minutes of it starting, I was lifted off the ground inside my tent as the water flooded the campsite and my tent, along with a few others, became absolutely swamped. After 45 minutes of being perched on my sleeping mat, trying not to get wet, it finally stopped so I got out and headed over to the reception. I chatted up the young receptionist, who had registered me and was impressed when she asked about my trip, to see if there was somewhere I could move my tent to that wasn't underwater. She disappeared into the office for about a minute then came out waving a set of keys at me. She said that she didn't want to see my cycling with all my stuff wet through so was letting me sleep in the static caravan that wasn't being rented out as a free upgrade! After moving and unpacking all my stuff, which covered the inside of the caravan, I had a burger from the restaurant as, even though I was still in Switzerland, it was cheap and warm then had another shower and went to sleep in the warm and dry!
I woke up to another beautifully sunny day so I managed to dry my tent inner and outer while I packed up and got ready to leave. A relatively uneventful day's riding later, I arrived in Moudon, where I set up camp in a cheap but nice campsite right beside a small river, another lovely place to camp for the third day in a row (if you ignore the rain).
There was a walking path right along the edge of the cliff where, on a small patch of grass behind a couple of trees, there was a fire pit and the remains of a fire, so I cooked my pasta on a small campfire which I built instead of using my gas cooker. It was easily the best camping spot I'd been in all trip but because of the fire, the steep climb in the sun and the lack of shower, I planned the next day as a small ride into Bienne where I would stop at a campsite beside the lake and wash all of my stuff.
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| View off the top of the mountain (camera doesn't quite do it justice...) |
I got up early as it was a bit cold and I was pitched right beside a footpath but that wouldn't have been a problem as the fog had come in and you couldn't see more than 10m right on the very top. I blasted down the mountain, maxing out at 40.1mph and only taking 17 minutes to do 7.5 miles before rolling nicely down the valley and into Bienne, where I stopped and had a couple of croissants and a coffee for breakfast. Because it was only 9.30am by this point, I changed my plan and rode all the way round the lake to Erlach instead, where I pitched the tent in a campsite that was 10 seconds walk from the water's edge. I bought some fresh bread and had a nice couple of sandwiches before I washed my clothes and had a shower just after I had gone for a swim in the lake.
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| Before the storm |
It got to 6 in the evening before the weather turned. Black clouds appeared over the mountains, the wind picked up significantly so I got myself into my tent and packed everything up so it was nice and waterproof inside my panniers. The wind increased again then 5 minutes later, it rained and hailed like I have never seen it before. Within 10 minutes of it starting, I was lifted off the ground inside my tent as the water flooded the campsite and my tent, along with a few others, became absolutely swamped. After 45 minutes of being perched on my sleeping mat, trying not to get wet, it finally stopped so I got out and headed over to the reception. I chatted up the young receptionist, who had registered me and was impressed when she asked about my trip, to see if there was somewhere I could move my tent to that wasn't underwater. She disappeared into the office for about a minute then came out waving a set of keys at me. She said that she didn't want to see my cycling with all my stuff wet through so was letting me sleep in the static caravan that wasn't being rented out as a free upgrade! After moving and unpacking all my stuff, which covered the inside of the caravan, I had a burger from the restaurant as, even though I was still in Switzerland, it was cheap and warm then had another shower and went to sleep in the warm and dry!
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| A little bit of water got into my tent |
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
Into Switzerland
After a pain au chocolat from the campsite's boulangerie van, I set off in the already quite intense sun to Strasbourg. Shortly after leaving, I was caught up by a road cyclist who asked me where I was headed and when he found out I was going to Strasbourg, told me to follow him to the canal, where the best path into the city was. After about 10 miles of towpath, I arrived in Strasbourg at the EU Parliament building, just beside the canal. I meandered through the city for an hour or so in the general direction of Kehl then I crossed the Rhine back into Germany, stopping to have a coffee on the river bank before following the cycle path south along the river.
After swapping back to the road due to the deterioration of the cycling track, which my thin road tyres couldn't manage, I cycled parallel to the river for another 40 or so miles, ending up in Breisach. I found a TI and set off towards a campsite just outside the town but I stopped at an ice-cream cafe on my way as it was hot and still quite early in the afternoon. I had just ordered a couple of scoops of mango ice cream when a middle aged couple came and sat next to me. They noticed my bike, fully loaded up with all my stuff, then the woman asked me where I was headed - I replied with the standard explanation of what I was doing and where I was going which they both found really interesting. We chatted for about an hour about traveling (they had done some together when they were younger), politics (I mentioned than I had just come through Strasbourg) and various other topics and then she said that they only lived 20 minutes away by train and would I like to come for tea and sleep for the night. Unfortunately, it was 20 minutes in the direction I had just come from and I had also just been to a corner shop and bought some cheese and meat for tea, so I declined my first invitation to a bed for the night due to it costing me more in train tickets than if I were to sleep in a B&B and headed off to the campsite.
I arrived, paid and got given directions for my pitch, which happened to be right beside another cycle tourer on one side and a 2cver on the other. They were both German, the tourer was a 60 year old man who was cycling from Munich to Paris and the 2cver was in his early thirties and had just been to a local meeting (although he lived 500 miles away from it) and was heading home. We sat around the tree by the tourer's tent having our tea and had a nice evening talking about bikes and 2cvs, whilst bathed in the evening sunshine.
Up early the next morning, due to the 25°C at 9.30, I waved goodbye to the tourer who was having a day off, had an apple strudel from the Bakery in the village and set off towards Basel and the mountains. Unsurprisingly, it was a slow and small day, only 47 miles covered, due to the unbelievable heat. Still following the Rhine all the way into Basel, I wandered around the city until I eventually found the TI, after getting shouted out in German by an old man who wasn't very happy that I was on my bike! (I have no idea why it was such a bad thing, there were other people cycling around in the same direction I was...?) I did a page of my blog and my emails in an internet cafe, where a Scottish man bought me a drink and paid for my internet usage after he asked me why I was riding my bike in this heat (I must've looked a tad warm when I walked into the cafe). I thanked him for paying for me, to which he replied: "Not all Scots are cheapskate bastards"!
I stayed in a campsite in Reinach, 15 minutes or so bike/tram ride out of the city, and for the second night in a row, I was camped next to another cycle tourer. Filippo, the Italian living in Fribourg, was on his third day of a tour very similar to mine but going anti-clockwise round Europe instead of my clockwise route. Filippo and I spent the whole evening talking and eating (I was blessed with the luxury of olive oil in my pasta) so, after swapping emails, I got to bed much later than planned so I decided to have another rest day, giving me the opportunity to explore Basel and kill some more time so I didn't arrive too early in Morzine.
I woke to the sounds of Filippo packing his tent so I got up, said goodbye to him and went to the toilet/shower block where I found a small bookshelf that had some English books in. I grabbed a couple of books for something to do in the evenings, packed a few things into my bar bag and jumped on the tram into the city. I spent the day wandering about - I went back to the cafe with the computer to buy the Scottish man a drink (I had some Swiss Franks by this point) but unfortunately he wasn't there so instead I sat on a cafe terrace right by the river, had lunch, a coffee and a beer whilst reading my book for a couple of hours in the sun. Back at the campsite, I had a nice tea with bits and pieces I bought from the market, I finished the first book so I didn't have to carry it around then I went to sleep earlier in preparation for riding into the mountains in the morning.
After swapping back to the road due to the deterioration of the cycling track, which my thin road tyres couldn't manage, I cycled parallel to the river for another 40 or so miles, ending up in Breisach. I found a TI and set off towards a campsite just outside the town but I stopped at an ice-cream cafe on my way as it was hot and still quite early in the afternoon. I had just ordered a couple of scoops of mango ice cream when a middle aged couple came and sat next to me. They noticed my bike, fully loaded up with all my stuff, then the woman asked me where I was headed - I replied with the standard explanation of what I was doing and where I was going which they both found really interesting. We chatted for about an hour about traveling (they had done some together when they were younger), politics (I mentioned than I had just come through Strasbourg) and various other topics and then she said that they only lived 20 minutes away by train and would I like to come for tea and sleep for the night. Unfortunately, it was 20 minutes in the direction I had just come from and I had also just been to a corner shop and bought some cheese and meat for tea, so I declined my first invitation to a bed for the night due to it costing me more in train tickets than if I were to sleep in a B&B and headed off to the campsite.
I arrived, paid and got given directions for my pitch, which happened to be right beside another cycle tourer on one side and a 2cver on the other. They were both German, the tourer was a 60 year old man who was cycling from Munich to Paris and the 2cver was in his early thirties and had just been to a local meeting (although he lived 500 miles away from it) and was heading home. We sat around the tree by the tourer's tent having our tea and had a nice evening talking about bikes and 2cvs, whilst bathed in the evening sunshine.
Up early the next morning, due to the 25°C at 9.30, I waved goodbye to the tourer who was having a day off, had an apple strudel from the Bakery in the village and set off towards Basel and the mountains. Unsurprisingly, it was a slow and small day, only 47 miles covered, due to the unbelievable heat. Still following the Rhine all the way into Basel, I wandered around the city until I eventually found the TI, after getting shouted out in German by an old man who wasn't very happy that I was on my bike! (I have no idea why it was such a bad thing, there were other people cycling around in the same direction I was...?) I did a page of my blog and my emails in an internet cafe, where a Scottish man bought me a drink and paid for my internet usage after he asked me why I was riding my bike in this heat (I must've looked a tad warm when I walked into the cafe). I thanked him for paying for me, to which he replied: "Not all Scots are cheapskate bastards"!
I stayed in a campsite in Reinach, 15 minutes or so bike/tram ride out of the city, and for the second night in a row, I was camped next to another cycle tourer. Filippo, the Italian living in Fribourg, was on his third day of a tour very similar to mine but going anti-clockwise round Europe instead of my clockwise route. Filippo and I spent the whole evening talking and eating (I was blessed with the luxury of olive oil in my pasta) so, after swapping emails, I got to bed much later than planned so I decided to have another rest day, giving me the opportunity to explore Basel and kill some more time so I didn't arrive too early in Morzine.
I woke to the sounds of Filippo packing his tent so I got up, said goodbye to him and went to the toilet/shower block where I found a small bookshelf that had some English books in. I grabbed a couple of books for something to do in the evenings, packed a few things into my bar bag and jumped on the tram into the city. I spent the day wandering about - I went back to the cafe with the computer to buy the Scottish man a drink (I had some Swiss Franks by this point) but unfortunately he wasn't there so instead I sat on a cafe terrace right by the river, had lunch, a coffee and a beer whilst reading my book for a couple of hours in the sun. Back at the campsite, I had a nice tea with bits and pieces I bought from the market, I finished the first book so I didn't have to carry it around then I went to sleep earlier in preparation for riding into the mountains in the morning.
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Sun, sun, sun
Day 19 was another day predominantly following contours. From St Wendel, I followed a little stream and a valley all the way to Neunkirchen, where I then hopped over a couple of small hills past Bexbach (although this took me slightly longer than planned as I ended up taking an unnecessary detour around the villages there). I soon arrived in Zweibrücken and found a cycle path that went all the way to Pirmasens, again following another river nearly all the way there. I had a nice lunch stop at the half way point and arrived in Pirmasens a little hotter than anticipated, due to quite a nasty, steep climb out of the valley and into the city.
A coffee/waffle stop in Pirmasens later, I was back on the bike and heading towards Dahn. My planned route changed just as I was leaving the city as I saw a sign for Dahn on a smaller road, which turned out to be a brilliant change of plan, weaving through some German forest, beside a river in the afternoon sun!
I arrived in Dahn in plenty of time, so headed to an Apotheke which had a computer with internet access. With emails and blog done, I then found the campsite and pitched my tent. Due to not having much food with me and the fact that there was a restaurant at the campsite, I decided to treat myself to a proper meal so sat down to a large lasagne, a bowl of green salad and a small beer. During my route planning for the next few days on the bike, one of the chefs, who had finished for the evening, came up and started asking me why I had so many maps. Replying in German, we spoke for a good half an hour (reverting to english relatively quickly though), until another of the chefs joined in. After a great day in the sun and a lovely evening, spirits were slightly dampened, literally, when the weather turned and it started raining. Fortunately, it only lasted for a few hours and when I woke the next morning, it was nice and sunny, with everything not as damp as I thought it would be. Not only that but for the first time on my trip, I didn't wake up cold in my tent!
The next day's riding was a quick 40 miles back into France, finishing in Haguenau (just north of Strasbourg). After another hour on the internet in the Uni's Bibliothek, I decided to have a rest day the next day, to give my legs a break and to explore the city. On my way to the campsite, just outside the city (about 25 mins walk), I stopped at a supermarket and bought a large amount of food. Supper that night was a whole box of scrambled eggs, which I found out is very hard to do on a campstove, which had 2 whole kabanos, half a giant babybel and a large tomato added to it, along with a packet of BNs (I didn't eat them all that night), another waffle and a carton of Innocent Smoothy!
My rest day was extermely pleasant, apart from not being allowed to go swimming in the pool directly opposite the campsite as I only had a pair of baggy shorts. I had a nice hamburger in a tiny turkish shop, run by a turkish lady who was about 4ft tall and looked about 90, in a small alleyway beside one of the churches, another couple of hours on the computer in the Bibliothek (all for free) and then sat in a cafe for a couple of hours, with a good people watching position just off the main square in the centre of Haguenau. I was soon back in the campsite, all packed up for an early start in the morning, with all my clothes dry from a quick handwash in the sink.
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Deutschland and living a life of luxury!
Setting off from Clervaux was the start of a day of new things. In Diekirch, after having a quick look inside the military museum there, I went to the tourist information to see if there was an internet cafe and a camping shop, which the lady inside (who spoke a small amount of English) said there was and pointed to them on a map of the town. Heading first to the internet cafe, it turned out to be closed down and by the looks of the place, had been for some time. Next was the camping shop, which ended up not actually existing at all and when I asked the receptionist at the campsite 500m down the road, he said that there was one but about a kilometer out of the town. Fortunately this was in the direction I was headed so I pedalled there and bought a thick woolen hat and a fleeced, woolen blanket, to try and stop every night in a tent being freezing cold!
The ride from Diekirch to Larochette was an extremely pleasant one, following a small stream through a wooded valley, and seeing as it was around lunchtime, I decided to stop at a cafe and have an actual lunch, instead of continuing with my riding diet of waffles, fruit and water. 5 minutes later I was sat in the sun, with a great view of the castle and eating a large sandwich I had bought from a small boulangerie, along with a large coffee. The early afternoon's cycling to the Moselle River was relatively uneventful, apart from a few hills and I arrived in Grevenmacher where I had planned to cross the river into Germany. This wasn't as easy as I'd hope as the bridge that was on my map had been completely demolished to make way for a new bridge they were just starting to build. This meant I had to detour to one of the bridges in Trier, where I was thinking of staying for the night anyway, and it turned out to be a brilliant ride along the river, slipstreaming a couple of roadies who turned onto the cycle path justm ahead of me. I easily found the tourist info in Trier as it was right beside the Porta Nigra and thanks to a tip off by my parents, the lady inside gave me the directions to a Jugendherberge in the north of the city.
New things: First useless tourist info person. Proper lunch stop instead of sitting by the road. Germany (on this trip). Hostel.
When I went to sleep that night, all my clothes were clean and drying, there was a much slimmer chance of me being cold and I even updated my blog (France + The Headwind)!
Setting off after a good breakfast and an extra few rolls made for lunch, I headed out of Trier in the direction of Saarbrücken. This was the direct route on my map and it ended up being a route that went straight over some mountains - after a reasonably slow day, I ended up in Sankt Wendel tourist info at half four, looking for somewhere to sleep. There were no campsites or hostels in the area and with a long day of hills behind me, I didn't fancy cycling off to find some. This led to the woman in the tourist info finding me the cheapest place to sleep in St Wendel, which turned out to be a B&B run by a little old lady who spoke no English.
I thoroughly enjoyed the B&B, we chatted in German about my trip, her family (there were lots of photos on the wall) etc... and I was pleasantly surprised how well my German coped after totally ignoring it since my GCSE. I even got a luxury breakfast and she insisted that I ate eveything on the table or if not, that I packed it for lunch whilst on my bike!
The ride from Diekirch to Larochette was an extremely pleasant one, following a small stream through a wooded valley, and seeing as it was around lunchtime, I decided to stop at a cafe and have an actual lunch, instead of continuing with my riding diet of waffles, fruit and water. 5 minutes later I was sat in the sun, with a great view of the castle and eating a large sandwich I had bought from a small boulangerie, along with a large coffee. The early afternoon's cycling to the Moselle River was relatively uneventful, apart from a few hills and I arrived in Grevenmacher where I had planned to cross the river into Germany. This wasn't as easy as I'd hope as the bridge that was on my map had been completely demolished to make way for a new bridge they were just starting to build. This meant I had to detour to one of the bridges in Trier, where I was thinking of staying for the night anyway, and it turned out to be a brilliant ride along the river, slipstreaming a couple of roadies who turned onto the cycle path justm ahead of me. I easily found the tourist info in Trier as it was right beside the Porta Nigra and thanks to a tip off by my parents, the lady inside gave me the directions to a Jugendherberge in the north of the city.
New things: First useless tourist info person. Proper lunch stop instead of sitting by the road. Germany (on this trip). Hostel.
When I went to sleep that night, all my clothes were clean and drying, there was a much slimmer chance of me being cold and I even updated my blog (France + The Headwind)!
Setting off after a good breakfast and an extra few rolls made for lunch, I headed out of Trier in the direction of Saarbrücken. This was the direct route on my map and it ended up being a route that went straight over some mountains - after a reasonably slow day, I ended up in Sankt Wendel tourist info at half four, looking for somewhere to sleep. There were no campsites or hostels in the area and with a long day of hills behind me, I didn't fancy cycling off to find some. This led to the woman in the tourist info finding me the cheapest place to sleep in St Wendel, which turned out to be a B&B run by a little old lady who spoke no English.
I thoroughly enjoyed the B&B, we chatted in German about my trip, her family (there were lots of photos on the wall) etc... and I was pleasantly surprised how well my German coped after totally ignoring it since my GCSE. I even got a luxury breakfast and she insisted that I ate eveything on the table or if not, that I packed it for lunch whilst on my bike!
Friday, 14 June 2013
Hitting the hills
Day 14 consisted of following the 'Canal Albert' from Maastricht to Vise, then gradually rising out of the valley and heading towards Verviers. I got lost for about 20 minutes in Verviers due to non existant signs, which turned out to be caused by the road I should've taken being completely dug up by roadworkers. Using my best french to navigate out of the city, I soon made it to Theux, where I camped for the night in a campsite at the top of a very steep hill just past the town.
Being in the middle of nowhere, I expected it to be a relatively small, cheap campsite with only a couple of guests including myself. It turned out to be one of the most luxurious campsites I have ever stayed in, with unbelievably posh facilites including enormous shower cubicles without timers on! With another cyclist (Belgian) in a tent beside me (although he also had his car), we sat in the sun chatting about bikes, whilst drinking beer and listening to the campsite owner playing David Bowie out of their window!
The sun was short lived as after being woken up to rain in the early hours, in continued until 5 in the evening, leading to my first rest day whilst on the road. I filled the day with showers to stay warm and planning a proper route through Luxembourg, Germany, France and Switzerland.
Waking the next day was improved (after being cold nearly all night) by not hearing the sound of the rain pelting the outside of my tent, so I got up, packed all my stuff and headed down the hill towards Spa. Due to not having visited Spa Francorchamps (the race circuit) for a long time, I decided to detour slightly so I could ride past it and throught the towns of Malmedy and Stavelot, which both have corners named after them. This turned out to be an intesting choice as leaving Spa I encountered my first proper ascent, taking about an hour of crawling up a steep slope from Spa to Francorchamps. After taking a photo of the La Source hairpin, I made my way through the hills towards Luxembourg, which I arrived in without incident and pitched my tent in a campsite in Clervaux.
Being in the middle of nowhere, I expected it to be a relatively small, cheap campsite with only a couple of guests including myself. It turned out to be one of the most luxurious campsites I have ever stayed in, with unbelievably posh facilites including enormous shower cubicles without timers on! With another cyclist (Belgian) in a tent beside me (although he also had his car), we sat in the sun chatting about bikes, whilst drinking beer and listening to the campsite owner playing David Bowie out of their window!
The sun was short lived as after being woken up to rain in the early hours, in continued until 5 in the evening, leading to my first rest day whilst on the road. I filled the day with showers to stay warm and planning a proper route through Luxembourg, Germany, France and Switzerland.
Waking the next day was improved (after being cold nearly all night) by not hearing the sound of the rain pelting the outside of my tent, so I got up, packed all my stuff and headed down the hill towards Spa. Due to not having visited Spa Francorchamps (the race circuit) for a long time, I decided to detour slightly so I could ride past it and throught the towns of Malmedy and Stavelot, which both have corners named after them. This turned out to be an intesting choice as leaving Spa I encountered my first proper ascent, taking about an hour of crawling up a steep slope from Spa to Francorchamps. After taking a photo of the La Source hairpin, I made my way through the hills towards Luxembourg, which I arrived in without incident and pitched my tent in a campsite in Clervaux.
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Eindhoven, a proper rest in the sun!
My first evening in Eindhoven was a very chilled out one. After arriving for a late lunch, which ended up being a whole box of eggs, scrambled, on toast and as Sarah didn't need to be in school in the afternoon, we did some shopping for tea and general bits - I replaced my emergency tin of beans I had eaten the previous night. Tea turned out to be home made burgers with all the trimmings, which even nearly ended up being barbecued due to the sun coming out for the first time since I arrived in London! After fantastic food and an evening doing very little, Sarah and I (who didn't have any morning lessons) ended up sleeping until midday!
I tagged along with Sarah to go to her lesson in the afternoon and after an hour or so in that, we both walked round the graduate's design show, which turned out to be really interesting and impressive (apart from the really arty shit that doesn't make any sense whatsoever...) Late afternoon consisted of buying yet more food for sausages and onions poached in red wine, which I cooked for Sarah and her two house mates, Paola and Nils, as a thank you for letting me turn up randomly on their doorstep and stay with them and then getting ready for an underground, Dutch, rave, graduate party thing that I was made to go to by Sarah and co.
Pre-drinks started with Arielle and Mila, friends from school, turning up and a similar version to the '4 King's' drinking game being played by all. This turned out to be hilarious as a couple of the group, in particular my cousin, were extremely bad at this game so ended up a little worse for wear than the rest of us. Fortunately for her, she was chauffeured to and from the party on the back of her own bike!
The next day was a relatively slow day, with admin type stuff completed, the workshops in school explored and a large amount of Dutch deep-fried food and chips eaten for tea. After another very lazy morning, more packing, route planning and bike maintenance was done for departure the next day.
I tagged along with Sarah to go to her lesson in the afternoon and after an hour or so in that, we both walked round the graduate's design show, which turned out to be really interesting and impressive (apart from the really arty shit that doesn't make any sense whatsoever...) Late afternoon consisted of buying yet more food for sausages and onions poached in red wine, which I cooked for Sarah and her two house mates, Paola and Nils, as a thank you for letting me turn up randomly on their doorstep and stay with them and then getting ready for an underground, Dutch, rave, graduate party thing that I was made to go to by Sarah and co.
Pre-drinks started with Arielle and Mila, friends from school, turning up and a similar version to the '4 King's' drinking game being played by all. This turned out to be hilarious as a couple of the group, in particular my cousin, were extremely bad at this game so ended up a little worse for wear than the rest of us. Fortunately for her, she was chauffeured to and from the party on the back of her own bike!
The next day was a relatively slow day, with admin type stuff completed, the workshops in school explored and a large amount of Dutch deep-fried food and chips eaten for tea. After another very lazy morning, more packing, route planning and bike maintenance was done for departure the next day.
After waking earlier than any previous day in Eindhoven, I disappeared off into the city in search of a better map of Germany, as the previous day's route planning had ended up in me deciding I would go into Luxembourg and then into Germany, following the border and Rhein all the way to Basel and Switzerland. After finally getting everything packed, I set off towards Maastricht where I set up camp in a campsite just outside the city, after a nice 40 miles on the last bit of properly flat roads.
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
The Headwind
Setting off after my second poor night's sleep in a tent (my first of many) was not greatly improved by the strong, cold wind coming from the north-east. I was making my way slowly to Oostende in Belgium, where I would turn inland and start making my way towards Brügge, Antwerpen and then Eindhoven, when I slightly overstretched the knee I had pulled on my first day in England, whilst rushing to meet Olivia in Oxford. The combined trio of poor weather, riding with a pain in my knee and still being tired meant that I had my first 'sense of humour' failure of my trip. After speaking to the family on the phone and a lunch rest in Nieuwpoort, I felt slightly better about the situation and eventually made it to Oostende. The situation then improved a lot more as I turned inland, getting out of the worst of the wind and made the 20 miles to Brügge with relative ease.
The campsite just on the east side of Brügge was exactly what was needed. Unlimited, hot showers (instead of tokens), a Carrefour 200m down the road leading to my first proper meal since Wingham (500g bag of pasta, bolognese sauce and grated cheese) and a Canadian couple who were travelling Europe for 6 months, who I chatted to for the majority of the evening!
Waking up cold again was forgotten quickly when I realised that the weather had picked up and the sun was shining. This made the day's cycling seem easier so I ended up doing 75 miles and on the other side of Antwerpen, after cruising around the city for an hour or so, in another campsite. Unfortunately the campsite was 'rustic', as the brochure I picked up in the tourist info in Antwerpen had called it. But the sun was still out most of the evening so I wasn't really that bothered.
Surprise, surprise, another cold morning later I arrived in Eindhoven after an easy 45 miles for a late lunch and my first proper rest!
The campsite just on the east side of Brügge was exactly what was needed. Unlimited, hot showers (instead of tokens), a Carrefour 200m down the road leading to my first proper meal since Wingham (500g bag of pasta, bolognese sauce and grated cheese) and a Canadian couple who were travelling Europe for 6 months, who I chatted to for the majority of the evening!
Waking up cold again was forgotten quickly when I realised that the weather had picked up and the sun was shining. This made the day's cycling seem easier so I ended up doing 75 miles and on the other side of Antwerpen, after cruising around the city for an hour or so, in another campsite. Unfortunately the campsite was 'rustic', as the brochure I picked up in the tourist info in Antwerpen had called it. But the sun was still out most of the evening so I wasn't really that bothered.
Surprise, surprise, another cold morning later I arrived in Eindhoven after an easy 45 miles for a late lunch and my first proper rest!
France
After an extremely leisurely morning, I eventually left the Henchers and made my way to the ferry. I arrived at the port at 15:10, got a ticket and was expecting to be put on the 15:30 after the receptionist had said I would easily be able to make it on in time as they were running slightly behind. So after sitting in a queue all by myself and watching all the cars unload and then board the ferry, I was a little disappointed to watch it sail off towards Calais without me! Fortunately a Lithuanian man on a motorbike parked up next to me and we chatted for the next hour and a half whilst waiting for the other ferry.
By the time I arrived in Calais it was around half 8 so I headed straight to the campsite I had been recommended by a couple I had been talking to on the ferry. It looked promising as I saw caravans and motorhomes all parked up inside the fence but it turned out that the campsite had actually closed down and all that was left was basically a car park, not somewhere I could pitch a tent.
So after deciding to head towards Dunkirk, my destination in the morning, I assumed there would be another campsite around somewhere close. By the time it had gone 10 and had started going dark I had given up on a campsite and had started pitching my tent in a random field outside Marck. Just to top it off, when I thought a nice, hot tin of beans would cheer me up slightly, I found out that I had forgotten anything to ignite the flame with...! Cold beans was not exactly what I wanted at the moment in time. This meant, after a terrible night's sleep, I was colder, more tired, more muddy and more annoyed than I wanted to be on my first night/day in France.
Fortunately, I had a nice pastry from a boulangerie in Marck the next morning and a gentle day (30.1 miles) to a campsite in Zuydcoote, where I had a nice hot shower and an afternoon of sleeping in my tent.
By the time I arrived in Calais it was around half 8 so I headed straight to the campsite I had been recommended by a couple I had been talking to on the ferry. It looked promising as I saw caravans and motorhomes all parked up inside the fence but it turned out that the campsite had actually closed down and all that was left was basically a car park, not somewhere I could pitch a tent.
So after deciding to head towards Dunkirk, my destination in the morning, I assumed there would be another campsite around somewhere close. By the time it had gone 10 and had started going dark I had given up on a campsite and had started pitching my tent in a random field outside Marck. Just to top it off, when I thought a nice, hot tin of beans would cheer me up slightly, I found out that I had forgotten anything to ignite the flame with...! Cold beans was not exactly what I wanted at the moment in time. This meant, after a terrible night's sleep, I was colder, more tired, more muddy and more annoyed than I wanted to be on my first night/day in France.
Fortunately, I had a nice pastry from a boulangerie in Marck the next morning and a gentle day (30.1 miles) to a campsite in Zuydcoote, where I had a nice hot shower and an afternoon of sleeping in my tent.
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
Water, water, every where.
Day two started well - my alarm woke me up at 9 for a 10 / half 10 departure. In terms of things going well, that's pretty much as far as it went that morning!
Got up at 9.30, made myself beans on toast for breakfast which took me about half and hour to eat and I ended up leaving about a quarter of it due to feeling incredibly bloated and a bit nauseous. Had a very slow shower, got dressed and packed up and eventually setting off at bang on midday. The ride to London was good though, after cruising through the Oxford city centre on a sunny afternoon, I gently made my way through little country villages and lanes until I arrived at Rickmansworth after crossing the M25, then going straight into Watford on the A road, which turned out to be a bad idea.
Following on from day 1, lessons learnt on day 2:
- Navigating London with a 1:900,000 scale map with no road names is nearly impossible.
After eventually making it through Watford and ploughing straight into London on the A5 (Edgware Road), I turned eastward towards the general direction of Holloway and zigzaged through a residential area, ending up at Highgate. After asking an elderly woman on a bike, I found out I was just at the top of the hill and about 5 minutes away from Holloway. I arrived at my cousin Ben's house (same cousin who put me in touch with Olivia and my bed for the first night) not too much later than had planned, had a nice hot shower, a curry and a nice evening and sleep. A much more positive end compared to the start of my second day.
As the title of this post suggests, the next two days were a little damp. After leaving Ben to crack on with some of his speech writing (if you're ever in need of a brilliant speech then Ben's your man, especially if it's about German politics, a field in which he is highly experienced!) in a cafe near his house, I set off towards Fleet Street to have lunch with another of my cousins. It started to lightly drizzle as I was weaving my way through the London traffic and after a lovely lasagne and chat with Amy, we stepped out side to ridiculously heavy rain. I arrived in Barnes (just over Hammersmith bridge) absolutely drenched and knocked on the door of my Aunty Debs and Uncle Roger, much to their surprise! They took me in, fed me and dried all my stuff for the ride to Canterbury the next day.
For the first time in the trip so far, I got up, had breakfast, packed up and said goodbye to my hosts on time. I steadily made my way across London until I reached Dartford, where I followed the A2 all the way to Canterbury. From there, it was a couple of miles down a country road to the village of Wingham, where my sister's friend was kindly putting me up for the night before I got on a ferry in Dover. It rained with varying strengths for pretty much all of the 75 miles but fortunately I was more prepared than the previous day and it wasn't anywhere near as heavy so I actually didn't get as wet. I was also helped by the fact I had a nice warm place to stay, with another nice (homemade this time) curry and shower, with all my stuff washed and clean for my trip over the Channel.
Another huge thanks to Ben (doubly for putting me in touch with Olivia), Amy, Aunty Debs and Uncle Roger and the Hencher Family, for putting me up, feeding me, giving up their lunch break to see me and generally making England much more pleasant than it would've been if I was in a tent every night!
Got up at 9.30, made myself beans on toast for breakfast which took me about half and hour to eat and I ended up leaving about a quarter of it due to feeling incredibly bloated and a bit nauseous. Had a very slow shower, got dressed and packed up and eventually setting off at bang on midday. The ride to London was good though, after cruising through the Oxford city centre on a sunny afternoon, I gently made my way through little country villages and lanes until I arrived at Rickmansworth after crossing the M25, then going straight into Watford on the A road, which turned out to be a bad idea.
Following on from day 1, lessons learnt on day 2:
- Navigating London with a 1:900,000 scale map with no road names is nearly impossible.
After eventually making it through Watford and ploughing straight into London on the A5 (Edgware Road), I turned eastward towards the general direction of Holloway and zigzaged through a residential area, ending up at Highgate. After asking an elderly woman on a bike, I found out I was just at the top of the hill and about 5 minutes away from Holloway. I arrived at my cousin Ben's house (same cousin who put me in touch with Olivia and my bed for the first night) not too much later than had planned, had a nice hot shower, a curry and a nice evening and sleep. A much more positive end compared to the start of my second day.
As the title of this post suggests, the next two days were a little damp. After leaving Ben to crack on with some of his speech writing (if you're ever in need of a brilliant speech then Ben's your man, especially if it's about German politics, a field in which he is highly experienced!) in a cafe near his house, I set off towards Fleet Street to have lunch with another of my cousins. It started to lightly drizzle as I was weaving my way through the London traffic and after a lovely lasagne and chat with Amy, we stepped out side to ridiculously heavy rain. I arrived in Barnes (just over Hammersmith bridge) absolutely drenched and knocked on the door of my Aunty Debs and Uncle Roger, much to their surprise! They took me in, fed me and dried all my stuff for the ride to Canterbury the next day.
For the first time in the trip so far, I got up, had breakfast, packed up and said goodbye to my hosts on time. I steadily made my way across London until I reached Dartford, where I followed the A2 all the way to Canterbury. From there, it was a couple of miles down a country road to the village of Wingham, where my sister's friend was kindly putting me up for the night before I got on a ferry in Dover. It rained with varying strengths for pretty much all of the 75 miles but fortunately I was more prepared than the previous day and it wasn't anywhere near as heavy so I actually didn't get as wet. I was also helped by the fact I had a nice warm place to stay, with another nice (homemade this time) curry and shower, with all my stuff washed and clean for my trip over the Channel.
Another huge thanks to Ben (doubly for putting me in touch with Olivia), Amy, Aunty Debs and Uncle Roger and the Hencher Family, for putting me up, feeding me, giving up their lunch break to see me and generally making England much more pleasant than it would've been if I was in a tent every night!
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Departure, finally!
After months of organisation and thorough planning (possibly), I cycled away from Colwall at 2.30 on Sunday 26th May. I was headed to Oxford where my cousin's friend was kindly letting me sleep on a floor inside her flat.
I had worked out that the journey would take me about 6 hours of riding, factoring in the large amount of weight that I have on my bike and the fact that I would be crossing the Cotswolds, which isn't the flattest of terrain. So after setting off at 2.30, already an hour and a half later than I wanted to, I then stopped at a friend's house in Upton for an hour. So my first day on the road would turn out to be a rush through the Gloucestershire countryside so not to be even later for somebody who was going out of her way to help me out at the beginning of my trip!
Things I learnt on my first day:
- Don't leave 3 1/2 hours for a 6 hour journey
- Make sure your seat position is perfect before you set off so you don't overstretch your knee on the first day
- When you're late and in a rush, don't forget to keep eating so you don't run out of energy with 10 miles to go
I finally made it to Oxford in the dying light of day and was welcomed with cake and tea into a nice warm flat. A huge thanks goes to Olivia as after a relatively difficult first day (mostly my own fault), that was exactly what was needed!
Onwards and upwards... hopefully!
I had worked out that the journey would take me about 6 hours of riding, factoring in the large amount of weight that I have on my bike and the fact that I would be crossing the Cotswolds, which isn't the flattest of terrain. So after setting off at 2.30, already an hour and a half later than I wanted to, I then stopped at a friend's house in Upton for an hour. So my first day on the road would turn out to be a rush through the Gloucestershire countryside so not to be even later for somebody who was going out of her way to help me out at the beginning of my trip!
Things I learnt on my first day:
- Don't leave 3 1/2 hours for a 6 hour journey
- Make sure your seat position is perfect before you set off so you don't overstretch your knee on the first day
- When you're late and in a rush, don't forget to keep eating so you don't run out of energy with 10 miles to go
I finally made it to Oxford in the dying light of day and was welcomed with cake and tea into a nice warm flat. A huge thanks goes to Olivia as after a relatively difficult first day (mostly my own fault), that was exactly what was needed!
Onwards and upwards... hopefully!
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| Setting off in the sun |
Friday, 24 May 2013
An Introduction
I’m Patrick, I’m 19, from England, and am currently on a gap year between 6th form and a Mechanical Engineering course at Loughborough Uni. Nearly all of the people reading this will be friends and family, so I apologise for the lack of a detailed introduction.
Throughout this year, the Thirsty Knights (a group of mountain bikers based on the Malvern Hills) have been raising money for Charity. A variety of events have been attended, from 75 km day events, to a 250 mile, week long ride across the Atlas Mountains in Morocco.
I was thinking about what I could do to participate, having already shaved off of my hair, gone on sponsored walks, make cakes etc... for other charities and after reading 'Cycling Home from Siberia' (worth reading if you're a cyclist) , it gave me the idea that I could go on a bike tour during my gap year. My route was decided as I planned various events that I could go to that were predominantly based around France - downhill biking in the Alps with the rest of the Thirsty Knights, 2CV World Meeting down in Northern Spain etc...
Throughout this year, the Thirsty Knights (a group of mountain bikers based on the Malvern Hills) have been raising money for Charity. A variety of events have been attended, from 75 km day events, to a 250 mile, week long ride across the Atlas Mountains in Morocco.
I was thinking about what I could do to participate, having already shaved off of my hair, gone on sponsored walks, make cakes etc... for other charities and after reading 'Cycling Home from Siberia' (worth reading if you're a cyclist) , it gave me the idea that I could go on a bike tour during my gap year. My route was decided as I planned various events that I could go to that were predominantly based around France - downhill biking in the Alps with the rest of the Thirsty Knights, 2CV World Meeting down in Northern Spain etc...
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| General plan for a route |
I will be completely self sufficient (apart from buying food), sleeping in my tent most of the time, cooking my own meals and maintaining the bike myself to try and keep the costs of my trip to a minimum, as I am funding the entire thing myself, meaning 100% of all donations go straight to Breakthrough Breast Cancer.
Breakthrough Breast Cancer is the charity we are supporting, which raises money to fund the science that strives to understand the causes and help prevent breast cancer. Everyone will know someone affected by this terrible cancer that is wrecking lives every day so please help us, it would mean a great deal to someone unfortunate enough to get the cancer.
Links:
Breakthrough Breast Cancer Site: http://www.breakthrough.org.uk/
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