Day 16 – Touring Flanders

Welcome to another day in my new little world. All I seem to do these days is cycle, eat desserts, drink coffee and take pictures and then a bit more cycling.  Once again my daily goals are simple.  Cycle of the Oude Kwaremont, and have a beer in my Kwaremont glass at the top.  Head…

Day 15 – Don’t Forget Your Keys You Stupid Fuck

Packing up, I got careless. I distinctly remember throwing my keys at my key pocket and missing. Thinking only a stupid fuck would leave them there. So I felt them there and headed for Ghent. I had a big stupid smile on my big stupid fuck face. You should have seen my pedalling hard and…

Day 14 – Welcome To BelgiumĀ 

Was a bit tent-bound this morning. It was still pissing it down. It didn’t take to long to pass and breakfast was on my mind. I made 1 last stop in Holland and to be honest, the food didn’t look very appetising at all. So I stuck with a good old caffeine breakfast.  A short…

Day 13 – Dark And Stormy

Slept like a dead baby. I didn’t bother setting an alarm because a) I don’t have to these days b) I thought sleeping in a tent I’d naturally wake up earlyish. NAAHHH! It was an 11 hour ‘zzzz’ fest.  Pushing on south through the national park, I take back what I was saying yesterday about…

Day 12 – Don’t Worry, Be Happy

So I’ve had 4 days off to chill out and pig out, but now it was time to get back to the VERY serious world of riding a bike around for fun. This time I was getting a ferry from Harwich, to the Hook of Holland. The actual boat was pretty pimped out compared to…

Day 11 – A Taste Of Home

PORTSMOUTH>BRIGHTON We had made it. 10 long and hard days of cycling were complete and once again, we were back in England. We had breakfast in our cabin and we took our sweet time getting off the ferry.  We quickly got an unpleasant reminder of how much more populated the UK was. There was so,…

Day 10 – CAN WE KEEP HIM!!!!

The weather was forecast for rain and for once it was bang on. We took a little bit of comfort in that it was only a short 70 mile day. Avoiding the inevitable soaking, we made the most of David’s sweet, pimped out batcherlors pad. BREAKFAST PARTY!!!! We had some Prodigy pumping through the speakers…

Day 9 – Retracing Pedal Stokes

ARGENTON LES VALLES>MAYENNE Should not have had tea so late in the night. I’m a classic baby bladder and that has my pissing all through the night. I was trying to be stealthy going to the bathroom but I didn’t know where any of the light switches were. It was all going so well until…

Day 8 – The Writer’s House

SAINT JEAN D’ANGELY – ARGETON LES VALLES The weather is somewhere between slight rain and cloudy. No hang over to speak of. I have energy and the wind is on our backs. Today is going to be a good day. Last time I cycled through France I got taught a tough lesson. Stores close early…

Day 7 – VIVA LA FRANCE!!!

LA ROCHELLE – SAINT JEAN D’ANGELY Waking up in a hot tent is never nice. Waking up and being offered beer and coffee is the tits. A woman who was lived at the farm house was gererously forthcoming with the beverages and I got a bit overwhelmed with it and let out a VIVA LA…

Day 6 – My Sweet, Rebecca

ANNEPONT – LA ROCHELLE *WARNING* – THIS GETS MUSHY AND GROSS It was such a bonus getting an additional nights sleep on a mattress. My breakfast supplies and electronics were charged up and full to the brim. I was now temporarily riding solo. My plan for the day was simple. Cycle to the beach and…

Day 5 – Never Break The Chain

BRESSUIRE – ANNEPONT Today is the last day of ‘Operation get Mieke to the wedding’. Under the circumstances, we were feeling as fresh as could be with a relatively short 85 mile ride ahead of us, we were G’ed up to the gills like a couple of 1,2 bad boys. 2 miles into it CRUNCH!!…