Bugs have become part of our lives on a daily basis. Cycling to the tranquility of rural Europe one of us frequently coughs and hacks and splutters, not dissimilar a sound to dislodging ones lungs as we try desperately not to swallow a flying creature. We have not lost all …
Day 51 Sunday 12/05/13 Leaving any large town or city is difficult, navigating out without having to follow major roads. Prague was no different despite discovering a bike route all the way to Vienna, a Czech map and apparently signage “the green way” to help us along. Sunday being the …
Apparently it is uncouth to dry my pink underwear on my front bicycle basket in Paris. Well it was an embarrassment to Li as were my five finger shoes. Not in Paris! But I love my basket and the fact I can hang an assortment of articles from it. Primarily …
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We arrived in Prague wet, very, very wet and literally trailing slugs, several of the revolting creatures left behind at the first cafe in which we took refuge. I had trails of slime on my gortex hood, our panniers and Li’s helmet. Obviously they don’t wash off in a down …
We were hoping to arrive in Czech Republic the day we left Passau, the Austrian climbs, no detailed map and some wrong turns up very steep hills, hills leading to know where, resulted in one night by the river in Haslach Im Muhlkrreis. The camp ground was closed but exhausted …
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Leaving Passau, and Germany was a breeze. It has been raining in the evenings but not during the past 3 days and as we hit the saddle the sun started to shine. After a rest day to plan our route, legs were feeling strong, body and mind fit and we …