A couple of days behind now, but at least the chance for a good rest would mean that we should (SHOULD) be able to make an early start tomorrow and make up some miles. Its unlikely tho, let’s be honest.
I also keep forgetting to turn the tracker on, so if the locations are inconsistent, it’s not because I’ve disappeared.
But at least this rest day brings with it the inevitable nausea of excessive Haribo-ness!!
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(Not many people will get the picture ref, but I saw this outside the hotel… And I want one for my bike!!)
Today was generally a bad day. We got somewhat lost, a number of items were damaged or broken, Craig managed to run me off the road (mainly just cuts and bruises, but my wrist and knee are rather sore now), and I got the dates wrong for meeting Jack, and we found ourselves rushing to Neuss.
Ah, at least we’re out of the Netherlands now- the beauty of the countryside and bike paths slowly disappeared when the road became cobble stones and the led us into the middle of nowhere…
Plus its good to be somewhere where I know what everyone’s saying!!
Flip Flop Fatality
With the first day over, and with the ferry offering better accommodations than we’ll have in a long time, things still haven’t really sunk in. Everything was left to the last second, with things crammed roughly into bags and items forgotten. The tiredness was apparent from the push off, and I’m still not sure if I’ve worked out how to use my gps tracker… Oh well.
At least I enjoyed the highlight of the day relieving myself after a very uncomfortable stint through london.
All I know is that I’m about to fall asleep standing, and that I’m gonna recoup my money from the breakfast buffet in the morning.
Yum yum.
Just over a week left, and it’s becoming all too clear just how much there still is to do… Re-building the bike to replace the repeatedly faulty Thorn components, getting my stuff into storage, buying the last of the equipment, packing my panniers, finishing off this site…
Plenty of time for all that.
Not quite the 400km predicted, a bout of food poisoning left us hanging short of the mark and getting the train to London halfway on the return leg.
Getting to the start point late, having rushed to complete Stu’s bike was definitely not a great start, but I’m happy to say at least that Byron’s superb advice about “eating food” paid off and kept me fuelled for the long haul.
Orly eat your heart out – my super foolproof anti-jetlag plan is once again being called into action to try to help me adjust my body clock ahead of Saturday’s race. I know it’s not actually a race, but if it were, we know who’d win. Not me necessarily, but the important thing is not him. Or rather he’d pause, vomit and potentially die, but Ithe moral victory would be mine.
I think the lack of sleep is taking its toll on me.
Time to go out for a spin.
5 pairs of shoes and hundreds of pounds later… still no shoes. Perhaps barefoot was the way forward.
