I spent a nice couple of days in Luxembourg with my friends and their new baby. It was strange to meet their child, of whom there had been no evidence when I passed through at the start of my trip but was now the most important thing in my friends’s lives. Life had definitely moved…
In Geneva I ate and drank too much, like the last time I rode through, and generally enjoyed myself. It was good to be staying with friends again. Leaving felt different than the first time, then I was taking another step from home and the things I knew. This time I was heading closer to…
I left Beziers on a cold morning with my host from the night before: Jean Luc. He rode with me for a bit to make sure I took the right route. This meant I rode from Beziers along the canal du midi before eventually coming out at the Mediterranean. It was, as you’d expect in winter,…
After a nice night at Sylvain’s in Zaragoza I headed out to complete the next stage of my trip towards Geneva. I got out of the city far more comfortably than I got in as I’d been given a cycle map of the area. It wasn’t long and I was riding along on the N11…
My last day in Greece was a bit more eventful than I was hoping. I had expected an easy ride from Komotini to the border at Kipon. It did indeed start easily and I was ticking along through some nice Greek countryside – I stopped in a small village for a coke and sat and…
It turns out I had bid Former Yugoslavia goodbye too early a few days before, as I adjusted my route so that I could take in a bit of the Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia – which is perhaps the country that indicates most clearly which nation it used to belong to. As mentioned earlier…
Will and I arrived at the Montenegrin/ Albanian border and waited our turn to pass through. As we approached the head of the queue a border guard came over and took our passports to get them stamped, or so we thought. This wasn’t the case, as when he returned them there were no new stamps…
I left Knin feeling slightly nervous about my stomach, I didn’t want a repeat of the last time I’d ridden. Thankfully it seemed to hold up and I rode off through the slightly hilly lands on the way to Imotski. Knin it transpired had been a royal town and had a gigantic fort overlooking it…
Entering Slovenia it became clear very quickly that we’d left behind Italy, for one thing every restaurant we passed seemed to have one or two whole pigs roasting on spits outside. Also everything felt more rural and quieter, we’d climbed about five hundred metres up onto a plateau and there were mountains and forests to…
In Milan I was well looked after by Lara and Laurent who made sure I was well fed. I got a bit carried away with the gelato having it for every lunch and dinner while I was there. In between all the eating I managed to get some culture in and went and saw Da…
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