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Day 4 – Oct 21st – Rest day – Bayuex to Honfleur

Today was a rest day with Tanya, Raoul, and little Miro. It certainly was nice not to be on the cycle and just spend some time exploring Normandy (my body is enjoying the recovery day as I ease into this mission of mine.) We packed up our gear and threw the bikes on the back of the rental car (handy bike rack – thanks Dot) and took off for a few hours drive around Normandy.

All loaded up!

All loaded up!

On the recommendation of a friend we spent some time on Omaha Beach and visited the American Cemetery (thanks Peps). A worthwhile visit for anyone touring in that area.

The American Cemetary - Omaha Beach

The American Cemetary - Omaha Beach

After the coast and the D-Day beaches we went to Bayeux to grab some lunch which we found in an incredibly charming wine bar…the kind of place where the waiter is also the bar man and the cook. There is only one thing on the menu – today was steak served with mushroom risotto – perfectly rare, excellent cut, and he cooked it on a griddle behind the bar. Lunch was fantastic. Informal, good value, and excellent atmosphere.

mmmmmmmm......

mmmmmmmm......

Raoul approves

Raoul approves

We spent a little while enjoying the town – but decided to skip some of the touristy bits as we wanted to drive up to Honfleur to find a place to stay for the evening and grab some dinner. Tanya had a quick wizz around on her iphone to find a cheap yet recommended hotel. The best one was already booked up completely, but her rational was – ‘go to the hotel with the best reviews, and if they are full ask them where we should stay’ – exactly what we did.

What we got was an incredibly charming little B&B – La Cour Sainte Catherine, run by a wonderful woman named Liliane. Truly a gem of a place that was once an convent, then a cider distillery, and now a bed and breakfast to die for. Something we never would have found without asking.

La Coure Sainte Catherine

La Coure Sainte Catherine

The Courtyard of the B&B

The Courtyard of the B&B

Honfleur is a very very charming port town – totally kitted out for the tourist…galleries, great restaurants, jazz bars – definitely the kind of place I’d like to visit again when I am not on a mission to get out of the north of France and find some warmth in the south!

Honfluer

Honfleur

The Family in Honfluer

The Family in Honfleur

Honfluer - What more can I say?

Honfleur - What more can I say?

For dinner – well, we treated ourselves and I totally blew my budget (frogs legs, steak tartar…heavy beef day, seafood stew, salted marrow – was a feast for all). It has been hard to keep the budget in control the last two days – especially as I have been with friends who are on a slightly different mission than me. And also with a three year old in tow, the roughing it camping thing isn’t exactly appealing for a autumn ‘holiday’.

Tanya, pleased with her choice

Tanya, pleased with her choice

Beef - it's what's for dinner

Beef - it's what's for dinner

So that was the day…nice, sightseeing, good food, cider, calvados…what more can you ask for.

On a personal note, I’ve started to realize how under prepared I am for this journey – my 10 – 15 euro a day budget was far too optimistic and the idea of camping through the wet season was sort of ludicrous.  I guess this whole adventure sort of started out as a way to meet new people, experience new cultures in depth, and challenge myself…something I’ve sort of ignored is that it’s cold – camping sites are closed and those that are open are really only filled with camper vans and not cycle tourers. (I know a lot of you guys on www.cyclechat.co.uk warned me about this, but I guess I just had to get out here and realize this for myself).

The funny thing is that I’ve gone on this bike tour of ’self discovery’ for an adventure, but realize mentally I’m still dealing with the same shit I might have been trying to leave behind.  As Raoul put so eloquently ‘where ever you go, there you are.’

Ok – so it’s early, early days here. I think I need to sit down and look at my route a little. I’m not going to focus so much on camping until I get further south where the weather is more hospitable and I find campsites with people in them.

My main focus now is to look at couchsurfing.com and hostels as the main source of shelter. This means I will be surrounded by new people all the time – hopefully be in towns that aren’t ‘closed’ for the season – and through the couchsurfing network, get to know the towns I stay in a little better.

Before I continue south – I need to take a quick trip into Paris for the company I used to work for – a small job there means a little extra time on the road later on. I hope to continue south on Sunday, and will leave from Rouen…

If you have been following along so far – thanks…I really do appreciate it.

0km Bicycled Today

308km to Date

Day 1 – Oct 18th – Farewell Brighton

Today was filled with the highest highs and the lowest lows…and now as I sit in my tent about 2.5 km outside of Dieppe, my body aches and I feel emotionally drained, I’m nervous, yet excited about the days ahead.

Yesterday, I had a great roast with my friends Tanya and Raoul.  Raoul and I went over final details as we had decided to tour together for a few days before Tanya drives to meet us in France. The general plan is that Tanya will meet us at a campsite near Bayeux, and then the three of us, plus their three year old boy would have a few days to do some sightseeing before I set of f on the rest of my trip.

Things went well…I finished my packing late last night, had a great dinner with close friends, and got in bed at about midnight.

Our ferry left Newhaven for Dieppe this morning at 8am. That meant that we needed to start cycling from Brighton at about 6.30am to make the ferry with comfortable time to spare in case we ran into any problems.

My send off this morning….incredible. After an early start at 5am, Raoul came over and we then made our way to Brighton’s newest (and best, might I add) coffee shop, Ground. One of the co-owners, Rick (also a fellow Oregonian), opened shop early for us and at 5.45am a small party of friends congregated to wish us well over Rick’s ridiculously delicious coffee.

Ground Coffee Shop, Kemptown Village, Brighton

Ground Coffee Shop, Kemptown Village, Brighton

Ground Coffee - It's 5.45am...it's still dark out

Ground Coffee - It's 5.45am...it's still dark out

Firing up the coffee machine

Firing up the coffee machine

the leaving party - thanks to 'Ground' for opening early for us!

the leaving party - thanks to 'Ground' for opening early for us!

Set for departure!

Set for departure!

It's dark, it's cold, it's 6am...I'm leaving

It's dark, it's cold, it's 6am...I'm leaving

After some hugs and tears Raoul and I set off, followed by friends on cycles who followed us all the way to the ferry terminal at Newhaven. I as write this it seems ages ago already! It was dark out when we left and it’s dark again now…I’m curled up in sleeping bag, with laptop.

The departure party on the way to Newhaven...sunrise imminent.

The departure party on the way to Newhaven...sunrise imminent.

Arrival at Newhaven

Arrival at Newhaven

Farewell England

Farewell England

After the ferry, an early morning whisky and pint, we arrived  Dieppe with good time to put some miles in and explore the Normandy country side.

We set off well, making good time…the small roads were fantastic and riding was brilliant. The Surly handled well – even better when fully loaded might I add. Our plan wasn’t exactly to go far but to enjoy the ride and set up camp early…well…we found an operating campsite…but perhaps a little to early…so we decided to ride on…and on…and on…and then found another campsite, but it wasn’t open, and another which wasn’t open…and so on. I won’t bore you with all the details, but we put in about 40km of riding in France…and we are currently camped about 2.5km from where the ferry dropped us off in Dieppe! What a wild goose chase!

And we're off...only to camp 2.5km from here...after a 40km ride!

And we're off...only to camp 2.5km from here...after a 40km ride!

But all is well, we had great apricot croissants and lovely baguettes.

One thing that has really hit me today, is the realization of being on my own for so long. I suppose it’s not the miles that scare me or the weather, but the endless days of loneliness. Perhaps that isn’t something I really need to worry about as I’m sure I will meet other tourers on the road, and I intend to use couch surfing quite a bit…but I do miss my friends already…and without a set date to see them again and the open road ahead of me…the anxiety of loneliness had taken seat in the pit of my stomach…it does scare me.

I am so grateful that my friends Tanya and Raoul have decided to send me off by joining me for a few days….that really does help.

First tea break

First tea break

Day 1 campsite

Day 1 campsite

65km Bicycled Today

65km to Date

Quick change of plan

Hey all…I am actually meant to be on the road right now…but there is a small welcome addition to my departure. Two of my best friends want to send me off by joining me for the first few days across Normandy! They can leave this weekend, so I’ve slightly delayed the trip to make it happen. Have just got the ferry tickets…Newhaven – Dieppe for this Sunday morning! Super excited.
The last few days I have packed, repacked, packed, and repacked my panniers. Went from four t-shirts, to two t-shirts. Two pairs of shorts – to one. Two pairs of trousers, to one…etc. I’m sure I’ll be ditching more stuff along the way! Once I get my final packing list sorted I’ll get a post up of what I actually have with me!
OK…off to some good by drinks with the friends…happy Friday!

8 days and counting

The Thorn Sherpa

The Thorn Sherpa

Well….the countdown for the trip is on. I’ve been spending most of my free time researching and preparing for my trip ahead. The gear is coming together nicely….now I’m just worried about endless days on the road. I’m sure once I’m out there and moving along I’ll fall into a rhythm (rhythm – what a great word) and things will start coming together. I definitely am suffering from too much time online and not enough actually riding!

Today – at a local coffee shop in Brighton I bumped into a friend of mine. Hadn’t spoken to her much recently so was a quick catch up – but lo and behold, she and her boyfriend are about to embark on a bicycle tour from here to Japan! Starting next spring. You can check them out when they get going by clicking here.

Very cool!

It is amazing to see how many people are touring once you get a little more involved in the cycle scene. They will be riding Thorne Sherpas (how I wish I could have afforded one of those bad boys) [Correction added at later date: They will not be riding Sherpas, but Thorn Raven Tours] and have just taken delivery of them recently. So hopefully we’ll be able to do a few rides breaking in our new wheels!

Bicycle Lifts – No need to pedal uphill anymore!

Trondheim, Norway

Trondheim, Norway

The last few days I’ve been in Trondheim, Norway visiting some friends and family before I set off on my little trans-Europe adventure and there is something here that I want to show you all.

Unbelievably – or perhaps rather believably (and incredibly scandi-civilized) – they have installed a bicycle lift for one of the hills in central Trondheim.

No – I shit you not. Basically it operates something like an escalator. You position youself next to the track, put your right foot on the elevator platform, you left foot stays on your bike and off you go. You don’t exactly zip up the hill at an impressive speed, but nevertheless, you do get to the top without breaking a sweat.

However, I am told that the lift is a necessity as it is almost impossible to ride up this hill in the winter…even with studded bike tires! (Yes, I can assure you it’s true – they use studded bike tires and cycle through the winter!)

The operating instructions and lift at the bottom of the hill

The operating instructions and lift at the bottom of the hill

The lifts operating instructions

The lifts operating instructions

The bike lift and formidable hill...hehe

The bike lift and formidable hill...hehe

Bike lift in action...

Bike lift in action...

Sell it all! All of it!

There is something very cleansing about selling your possessions. It starts with the thought, ‘I need to get rid of some of my things…’ but quickly escalates to the complete purging of all material goods!
How often I picked up a book, or my prized blender thinking…no no, I won’t get rid of this….too much sentimental value, or too expensive to replace. Then give it a day or two and it’s gone with all the rest of my crap.
The thing is, everything in my life is replaceable, except for family and friends.
What I’ve really learnt through this exercise of major downsizing is that you aren’t your possessions. Ok, I know that sounds cliche, but until you go through the process of release I don’t think it’s possible to experience complete freedom of material goods…

hehe…as I write this, I realise how much I’ve just spent on a brand new touring bicycle, camping gear, and other kit and accessories I will need for my trip…the idiot is a hypocrite…

My spoke broke – and how about that weather?

It looks like the start date for this bicycle tour is going to be sometime in mid-October – the 15th of October exactly. Perhaps I’m being totally stupid and this is the absolute wrong time to do it, but as far as timing goes I feel like I have very limited choice. It’s going to be cold and getting colder – and I’m expecting to live in a tent?!

Either I go when I can – or I get stuck in a new job not knowing when I will make this dream a reality….

I don’t know. It leaves me quite scared – a little apprehensive. But I trust that things will work their way out and need to let go a little. Just get on my bike, and see what happens.

Another thing that also scares me is the fact that I know so little about bicycle maintenance…what if something happens and I have no idea how to fix it?

I was talking to my friend about this the other day actually – and lo and behold – a spoke broke on my road bike yesterday during a day ride to Eastbourne!

So I went to the bike shop, asked them what I need to fix it. Got the tools and watched a few youtube videos on how to replace a broken spoke – voila! I’m a genius.

Ok – self confidence slowly building here. Good.

I’ve got most of the things I need now – tent, sleeping bag, cooking gear, bike is on the way (not arriving until September 21st though). I’m now focusing on clothing that I’ll need to keep me warm.

I have a feeling that doing a winter tour is going to be tough.

Because I don’t need to

When I was 17 and just about to leave for Europe (I didn’t know at the time that I was moving permanently – thought I was just doing a year away), my mother asked me about whether or not I had any intention of going to university.

My response?

‘If I put off university long enough I’ll never need to go.’

In other words, life deals you a hand, you create something with it…or you don’t.

It’s that simple.

You don’t need a formal education to be successful. You need desire to succeed, thirst for knowledge, and an insatiable appetite for new experiences.

Hey-ho, it’s off to Istanbul I go!

Ready for the road – but what bike do I use?

I’m originally from southern Oregon, US. I grew up in the land of plentiful forests (BIG trees!), unending mountains, and more offroad trails than you know what to do with so my natural state of cycling would have been on a mountain bike. It’s all I ever knew for many years.

I then moved to London, UK (by way of Norway, Switzerland, and the US – with a few trips and a few stops in between). In London I quickly realised that tube and bus simply would not hack it and took up road cycling as my main mode of transportation. Now this may sound a simple task, but riding a road bike in London is far more dangerous that one might imagine (and makes bombing down a dirt track on a mountain bike look like child’s play). Road biking in London is more like a full contact sport as opposed to a reliable and quick mode of transportation. Seriously, you are constantly pushing away black cabs and buses while dodging idiot tourists – now throw in a little London weather just to spice it up!

I’ve been thinking about a long bicycle tour for a long time. Just me, the bike, and the open road. Nothing holding me back but the strength in my legs and my ever dwindling bank account.

So as I started to plan a multi country bike trip across Europe I really had no idea what kind of bike I should be buying. I’d never really heard of a touring bike, or the act of ‘bicycle touring’. Call me ignorant, but it’s all new to me.

I’ve spent hours scouring the internet learning new things about things I didn’t know I should know (like the difference between Reynold 753 and Reynolds 653 steel, or the hierarchy of the Shimano components). Go on, persecute me if you must. After reading through countless forums, visiting every bike shop in town, and Googling my heart out. I was still no closer to finding the right bike.

It has taken a few weeks now. But I have finally decided on the bike for me. I will be buying myself a Surly Long Haul Trucker. It’ll be brand new…it’s not the top of the line…but it is beautiful. And she (I’ve decided it will be a she) and I are to become best of friends. I suppose you’d have to give your bike a name as well…after all – it is your only company and companion for a while…

This does mean however that my trusty TREK 1200 road bike and I will have to part ways, as there just isn’t room in my life for two special ladies (and I need to sell her to help subsidise my trip!)

Creating your own Reality

Over the last few years, I have had a fairly comfortable existence.

I’ve been in a nice and steady 9 – 5 job (addicted to my paycheck), and living in nice flat overlooking nice Brighton Beach. All has been fine and dandy…and just so…nice.

It may seem strange that all this kicked off at the same time (loss of job/flat), but it can hardly be a coincidence. I mean – where did this shitstorm start?

I’m sure I’m not the only one out there that believes in ‘Creating your own Reality’. Whatever you think, you make real. It’s been a belief of mine for quite some time, but I suppose there are times when you don’t respect the true power of the mind and what you can accomplish. I mean, we all know about those crazy experiences when just as you are thinking of someone – they call you…I mean come on – that’s not a coincidence. That’s creating your reality.

So lets break down my current situation:

  1. I’ve been working in the investment property game and it’s been a tough market. I wasn’t born for this 9 – 5 desk thing! I’m a Travel Junkie through and through – I’ve got itchy feet, wanderlust and if I’m honest with myself, part of me (the risk taking, energetic, brave me) has been planning an escape from work for sometime now, but never let the ’sensible’ me know.
  2. My flat – well hell…it wasn’t really that nice anyway! I kept telling myself that it was really cool and a great place to live but I’ve been complaining about it since we moved in! (the kitchen is shit and I love to cook.)

Clearly I wanted change all around. I didn’t take action, but my mind did the work for me…and then gave me all the change I needed at one time!

I created my reality.

I take responsibility for this.

It would be easy to hole myself up and drink myself into a stupor – well…I do enjoy my drink. But rather, I’ve taken some time to look at my whole situation (you know, walk around the table a few times – look at it from different angles).

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am living the dream. I’m going to take the hand I’ve been dealt and do something amazing with it. I’ve got a little savings, not much. I’ve got no debt, no job, no bills, nothing holding me back but my own fear – and I’m ready for an adventure.

So – I’m selling all my possessions and going to go on a very long bicycle ride.

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