Been There, Done That
Two annoying travellers remind me of how not to travel.
Barcelona Pickpockets
That awkward moment when you get robbed and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Cycling The Pyrenees and Andorra
The final hurdle from France to Spain.
The “Hardships” of Cycle Touring
The fact that I was in my tent was the only reason it didn’t blow all the way back to Switzerland.
From Rags to Riches (and back to rags)
A bicycle tour is what you make it. You can sleep in fancy hotels, or camp out on the beach.
An Adventure Through the Swiss Alps
Mountains, lakes and bats.
Freiburg to Fribourg
Freiburg rests at the foot of the Black Forest in the south-west of Germany. It’s a medium sized city, founded almost 900 years ago, with cycle paths strewn all over, a high student population and is supposedly one of the warmest and sunniest parts of Germany. Of course, it was raining the whole time we…
The Black Forest
A little ramble through the Black Forest in Germany.
Rhineland, Saarland and the French German Border
I found myself at the start of last week stranded in the small city of Trier in West Germany for a couple of days, near Luxembourg, until the rain finally lifted. I’d pitched my tent on a scenic hill overlooking the city, just behind a hedge, next to a church. It was so well hidden…
A Short Adventure from Holland to Germany
Near the main station in Rotterdam, nestled amongst a wall of tenement houses and pubs, lies a small, cluttered workshop. From somewhere between the jumble of bicycles, wheels and metal, appeared the only man that knew any sort of order to the apparent chaos. A busy, oil blackened hand pulled a cigarette away from a…
Living in Rotterdam
It’s actually the fourth time I’ve been here now and to the same hostel too. For the last month I’ve been working in the hostel, and I’ve had a taste at what it’s like to live here. I even managed to get out of my very first day of work after being sick in a…
Cycling the Netherlands
I packed up early afternoon and began cycling through the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam, leaving the traffic, bikes and people behind, heading west on a quiet and straight cycle path towards the city of Haarlem. The rain was pelting down nearly the whole way so that by the time I had reached Haarlem, I…
Back on the Mainland
From London, I took the train to Brugge, in North-east Belgium. The only noticeable change from the last time I was here being the sun to brighten up the dreary clock tower. Down a cobbled street, I found my way to the hostel I stayed at previously by passing the four windmills on the outskirts.…
Cycling from Glasgow to London …
…in just over 5 days, with 20 quid and a road map… Few people sell everything they have to leave the country. But that’s exactly what I just did. With nothing more than my bike, three bags of gear, and some crazy ideas, I’ve packed up and boosted. I’m currently in the Netherlands but just…