Crossing to Poland
Manfred sits down and places a bottle of wine down on the picnic table not far from our tent. His treat, to enjoy while we pore over the...
Turning a corner
It seems I’ve turned a corner in the last few days. Ironically, today’s ride was almost entirely devoid of them. Only long,...
Picking up the Carnet
We made it. Our first destination. And also our penultimate one. We arrived in Munich to collect the Carnet de Passages, the two weeks...
Cheating the Rain
Yesterday it felt we cheated the rain for the first time since setting out. And it felt good! We woke and I once again felt tired after a...
A day that turns on a dime
The rain came again yesterday. Thick and fast, a black line in the sky racing over lake Konstanz blurring everything behind it with a...
Todtnau
I wake from a lovely night’s sleep still exhausted. I sigh, resigned to the fact that the tiredness that’s developed over the last few...
The Kindness of Strangers
It’s been difficult to organise my thoughts from the last few days. There has been so much to take in so much has happened both...
Veurne to Halle
We ride the single track road, slightly raised in the midst of rolling arable fields for as far as the eye can see, all lilting in the...
