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!!…

Day 4 – More Fun Than Pain

LAVAL – BRESSUIRE   Hump day like a motherfucker. It feels like some one stole my body whilst I slept and used it as a crash test dummy for the night, and then returned it just in time for me to wake up and repossess it. It was tough going. Normally I loving giving a…

Day 3 – Bonjour Motherfucker

Not enough sleep. Measly 4 hours on the floor. Tidy little breakfast, but again, not enough to supply my energy demands for the day. However it was a beautiful day and I was fuelled with excitement with the day ahead. We got off the boat and were buzzing. Even the most miserable boarder patrol worker…

1+1= a couple of freaks on a bike – Day 2

First things first, Meike is an awesome host, felt like I had hot drinks and biscuits on tap. It was great to catch up and pump ourselves up with mutual excitement, whilst also having some Tour de France action on in the background to fulfil all things cycling. So today we are joining forces by…

Enter The Dragon – Day 1

The day has arrived. A holiday, end date unknown. No work in sight. Sounds good right?It has felt a long time coming for me and personally it feels as significant as that one time that all of the worlds best martial artists converged onto an island to find out who is the best. Only it’s…

Minds Change

Minds change, but not always of their own accord. At least mine didn’t, not this time. I was planing on cycling around the USA, (and possibly Canada and Mexico) and was genuine about achieving that ambition until it came to acquiring that all important US visa. In particular, I got discouraged by my exit plan, my length…