Exploring the 5th smallest country in the world.
An easy way to feel safe on dangerous roads.
One of my worst days cycle touring. Over 150km of unpaved, rocky, boring road continuously beside a motorway. Caution: depressing read.
Cycling from Algeciras, Spain to Ceuta and crossing the border into Morocco on a bicycle. My first time in Morocco and outside Europe.
A little adventure in a little place.
A 2 day cycle around Ronda. Probably the best cycle touring I’ve experienced in all of Spain, with some pretty amazing views.
One week at an isolated village in a forest run by hippies.
Getting a flavour for Granada and meeting some interesting people.
Cycle touring from Valencia to Andalusia via Murcia. Sea, rocks… but most importantly, free tapas.
Hills, beaches and wild camping from Barcelona to Valencia.
Via Morocco and Georgia and a lot of other places too…
The final hurdle from France to Spain.
The fact that I was in my tent was the only reason it didn’t blow all the way back to Switzerland.
A bicycle tour is what you make it. You can sleep in fancy hotels, or camp out on the beach.
Mountains, lakes and bats.
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…
A little ramble through the Black Forest in Germany.
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…
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…
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…
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…