HI everyone. As ever, all messages and texts have been hugely appreciated- thankyou. This is our pre-Christmas blog so in case we forget, Merry Christmas and a very happy new year to you all. We will miss you. Christmas seems a bit low key for us here - we know you will be hating the bad weather in UK but it does also complement the Festive season and leaves you in no doubt that Christmas is arriving!
Mark's cracked ribs are on the mend so he was back on the bike within 10 days of the accident (and on a trampoline and swimming after dolphins within 3 weeks).
Here are some glimpses into what we have been up to:
After Auckland we hired a car (10 pounds per day!) with a bike rack and set off to the Bay of Islands which is about 3 hrs drive north of Auckland. We stayed on a campsite at Kerikeri and visited other places from there including Pahia. We did a couple of rides in the area, including to Opito Bay and the Marsden Winery which had a fab bistro, a welcome carrot at the end of a tough ride. We also went on a marine safari. We saw lots of dolphins in the wild - close enough to touch. We were also promised a chance to swim with them provided they did not have babies with them. The second pod we came across were all big adults so we were scrambled into the water; we had snorkles snapped on to our faces and flippers slapped onto our feet and we were bundled unceremoniously into the deep cold pacific water miles from the coast with a crash course on how to differentiate a shark from a dolphin. We were then yelled at from the boat to tell us where the pod was - which even when idling moved like torpedoes. It was like a scene from a second world war movie where a warship is sunk and the survivors thrash around chaotically. Despite all the frenzy Mark had the pleasure of having a very large animal swim under neath him, eyeing him suspiciously as if to say "blimey, thats a chubby one!"
From here we drove to the Coromandel Peninsula (east of Aukland) and had 5 nights at a campground near Coromandel town. The drive along the coast was stunning- quite similar to a drive alongside the Scottish Lochs in Summer time. We saw loads of birds - we think the flocks included some Godwits but we could not tell if they were the bar tailed variety. These birds apparantly travel from Alaska on a none stop journey. We did a couple of demanding rides along the coast; one was to Colvile and backand one was to Coromandel town. We were tackling hills that are steeper and longer than anything else we have tackled and were pleased not to have bags on the bike. Our experience of wildlife was not all pleasurable; the beaches are idyllic in this area except they also a haven for sandflies which savaged us on one day and we ended up with over a 100 bites between us (the ennumeration process gives a glimpse into some of our fun packed evenings!).
We headed for the Rotorua region after this which is considered the heart of Maori culture. We stayed by Blue Lake. We cycled around a couple of the Lakes and visited the large Redwood Forest in Rotorua; we also drove to Lake Taupo and cycled from there to Acacia Bay - again mainly very lumpy! We managed to visit some of the thermal springs where the areas volcanic activity is expressed through steaming water and mud pools. Fascinating and a bit scary.
After this we had a big drive to Hawkes Bay - we are in Hastings now; wall to wall Wineries! We cycled along the coastal path yesterday and will return to it to complete the route to Napier. We keep an eye out for wildlife all the time and have seen wild parrots and turkey's and alpaca's. The variety of bird life is impressive. Although we have not seen a real Kiwi yet, we have seen a wide range of birds of prey. We fully intend to bother brother in Law Alan about what these might have been when we get back, although we saw a massive animal by the roadside which took about 30 seconds to become airborne it was so big.
Caroline continues to be engaged by the possibility of a possum siting although we have learned that the NZers hate possums! In a hardware store we saw an ad for a possum plucker - warm or cold! We were leafing though a guide for activities in the Hawkes Bay area and spotted a picture of a possum next to some bold type that announced OPOSSUM WORLD..hopes were raised and then dashed as Caroline read out the small print in a squeaky, shaking voice....."Opossum for rugs, cushions and fashion accessories...save a New Zealand tree and buy oppossum fur"
Much love to everyone, enjoy the festive season and ambience, stay safe in the snow and the cold. Love C&M.xxxx
Sunday 19 December 2010
Friday 26 November 2010
On the road again - literarily
Hi All
Since we last blogged we cycled through the Cantabrian mountains to Santander for the ferry back to Portsmouth, where we got the train all the way back to North Yorks where we stayed with Mark's family (big thankyou to them for their hospitality). The Cantabrian Mountains were spectacular and we would go back there again, We managed to find a downhil section that allowed us to freewheel for 18 kilometres - bliss it was that day to be on a bicycle! Glad we did not have to do it the other way.
We also spent 6 days in London staying with cousin Nick in Southfield - big thankyou to him for his help and hospitality. We spent most of the time in London tooing and fro-ing to a bike frame builders Chas Roberts in Croydon. We needed to have the brake and gear cables split on the bikes so we could collapse them into bike boxes for the flights. Chas was able to do the work but in the meantime found that one of the welds on one of the bikes had loosened and was quite dangerous. We had an anxious few days waiting to see if they had the time to fix this and also they could not give a quarantee that the new weld would 'take'. Thankfully all turned out well,
We flew to Hong Kong with Air New Zealand who were great. We were pretty jet lagged but managed to see a bit of the city. The highlights were going to see Panda's, sea lions and dolphins. We have photo's and will put them up shortly. Hong Kong's urban environment, particularly by night, is of course spectacular. We never felt brave enough to sample the more esoteric cuisine on offer eg one place advertised 'bittern intestines' as a delicacy...the RSPB would be pleased! ....not!
We got the flight to New Zealand without a hitch. On the flight we were given arrival documentation to complete. The major concern of the NZ authorities seems to be - understandably - to keep foreign and unwelcome flora and fauna getting into the country. We then became irrationally concerned about our Liptons breakfast tea bags and also the dirt on our bikes. We declared both as well as the fungus on Mark's feet.....Caroline was delighted to find the customs area swarming with sniffer dogs - one of which unearthed a bunch of brocolli (not ours).
Our trip to NZ has been disrupted - Mark had a nasty fall onto his bike wheel and has cracked a couple of ribs so we have spent a day in Aand E. We are now lying low on a lovely camp site in fab weather. Need to rethink our plans as its looks like cycling will not be possible for Mark for at least two weeks. ho hum. Thanks for following us, photos and more detail to follow. Much love to all. C&M
Since we last blogged we cycled through the Cantabrian mountains to Santander for the ferry back to Portsmouth, where we got the train all the way back to North Yorks where we stayed with Mark's family (big thankyou to them for their hospitality). The Cantabrian Mountains were spectacular and we would go back there again, We managed to find a downhil section that allowed us to freewheel for 18 kilometres - bliss it was that day to be on a bicycle! Glad we did not have to do it the other way.
We also spent 6 days in London staying with cousin Nick in Southfield - big thankyou to him for his help and hospitality. We spent most of the time in London tooing and fro-ing to a bike frame builders Chas Roberts in Croydon. We needed to have the brake and gear cables split on the bikes so we could collapse them into bike boxes for the flights. Chas was able to do the work but in the meantime found that one of the welds on one of the bikes had loosened and was quite dangerous. We had an anxious few days waiting to see if they had the time to fix this and also they could not give a quarantee that the new weld would 'take'. Thankfully all turned out well,
We flew to Hong Kong with Air New Zealand who were great. We were pretty jet lagged but managed to see a bit of the city. The highlights were going to see Panda's, sea lions and dolphins. We have photo's and will put them up shortly. Hong Kong's urban environment, particularly by night, is of course spectacular. We never felt brave enough to sample the more esoteric cuisine on offer eg one place advertised 'bittern intestines' as a delicacy...the RSPB would be pleased! ....not!
We got the flight to New Zealand without a hitch. On the flight we were given arrival documentation to complete. The major concern of the NZ authorities seems to be - understandably - to keep foreign and unwelcome flora and fauna getting into the country. We then became irrationally concerned about our Liptons breakfast tea bags and also the dirt on our bikes. We declared both as well as the fungus on Mark's feet.....Caroline was delighted to find the customs area swarming with sniffer dogs - one of which unearthed a bunch of brocolli (not ours).
Our trip to NZ has been disrupted - Mark had a nasty fall onto his bike wheel and has cracked a couple of ribs so we have spent a day in Aand E. We are now lying low on a lovely camp site in fab weather. Need to rethink our plans as its looks like cycling will not be possible for Mark for at least two weeks. ho hum. Thanks for following us, photos and more detail to follow. Much love to all. C&M
Wednesday 20 October 2010
We have a friend in Jesus
Probably final blog from Spain before a brief return to UK before flying (14/11) out to New Zealand via Hong Kong. We are using the internet in a public library in Aguilar de Campoo in Northern Spain. The sun is shining and we have cycled about 36kilometers to get here from a tiny place called La Rad where we rented a charming studio flat for a week from....Jesus. Here are some bullet points of our latest experiences....
Wine tasting with Sandra and Noel was a no nonsense, rustic and authentic experience. Sandra and Noel buy from a reputable vineyard in a place called St Nicholas de Bourgueil near Chinon, near the Loire. The vineyard owner was a great advert for the stuff he makes and sells - full of life and good humour. He did not have a massive range of products which suited us as we were able to taste everything he made... there were no biscuits to soak samples up so we left his premises with a great impression and feeling a tad squiffy.
Sandra and Noel kindly gave us a lift to the nearest TGV station at Chatelerraut for the next leg of our journey. It was here that we encountered the only really unhelpful person we have met on our travels. We needed a bit of help with our bags and wanted to avoid lugging them up and down lots of stairs but the station guard would not let us use the short cut ramp for no good reason that we could see. Still we got on the train and again as we had to sit in the cycles section we had a carriage pretty much to ourselves to Bordeaux. We stayed one night in Bordeaux at a cheap hotel near the station; it did the job but it was definitely a low spot as it was so grotty ( eg shared loos with no doors on them!).
Our cunning plan was to sneak into Spàin avoiding the Pyrennees by going to the southwest france/northern spain coast via Biarritz. This worked quite well and was necessary because you cannot take bikes on the fast Spanish trains so we had to use Medio Distancia trains (thanks for the research Debalho) - still very good but they require lots of changes which with bikes and bags and fast change overs is a real fag after a while.
From a place called Hendaye on the Border we got a Euskotren to San Sebastien -Donostia. We were in the heart of Basque country here so the language was a bit of a challenge but again people were very helpful. San Sebastien was a revelation - very lovely old town with a fab beach and harbour. Famed for its culinary prowess we had a go at sampling the tapas (called pincho´s there) in the old town after we had found a great pension nearby. The weather was warm and sunny so we felt vindicated for trying to get south, but after the first day it became overcast and cool. As we headed south to Burgos the weather turned cold, wet and windy and only yesterday did it begin to improve. The terrain around San Sebastien was too difficult for us to do much cycling fully loaded so by heading for Burgos we hoped to get to a flatter warmer area. Burgos is a beautiful walled ancient city. As the weather was pretty bad we bunkered down and rethought our plan. We worked out that taking medio distancia trains to southern spain and back again would have taken at least 4 days continous train travel and would have been really expensive, and requiring a trek across madrid with the bikes.
So helped by the lovely Paloma in the Burgos tourism office we found Jesus and his Casa Rural in La Rad a mere 50 kilometres from Burgos. The journey involved tackling the biggest hill of our trip so far - a real monster but its some measure of our progess that we were able to get up and over it. We had one small problem....we had no room on the bikes to carry food and there was no shop within 20 kilometres of La Rad. No sooner had we arrived in La Rad Mark used his best Spanish to explain to Jesus that he had a really big problem with his ´'dining room"; a cloud of doubt clearly passed across Jesus´ mind until after 5 minutes of pointing at the phrase book to indicate words for food it dawned on him that he was about to take on two tenants who unless he was able to help would have been found starved to death in his casa rural after a week. Jesus was great and immediately offered to drive us to the nearest supermarket 35 kilometres away. He also stopped at the nearest train station to check on trains for us to Santander- Mark was so overcome by the whole experience he dissapeared only to be found throwing his guts up on a railway siding. Undeterrred Jesus took us for a coffee and then proceeded to show us the local sights which involved driving up long steep winding roads to observation points where you could look over very steep drops into impressive canyons.......
We had a week at La Rad where we could re-charge and dictate our own pace. Caroline used the time to befriend and fatten the local pack of Perro´s who much to their owners consternation are plumper and less obedient than when she found them. We also continued to do some cycling in the area '- really good to tackle rides without the bags.
Our final challenge in Spain will be to cycle the 140k to Santander for our return boat on the 27th October (only one we could get on to that took us to Portsmouth in time for all the things we need to do in UK).
Thanks again for all your support and interest. We will definitely write up our visit to Hong Kong so check in again in 3 weeks time for some more news. Until then love to all. Caroline and Markxxxx
Wine tasting with Sandra and Noel was a no nonsense, rustic and authentic experience. Sandra and Noel buy from a reputable vineyard in a place called St Nicholas de Bourgueil near Chinon, near the Loire. The vineyard owner was a great advert for the stuff he makes and sells - full of life and good humour. He did not have a massive range of products which suited us as we were able to taste everything he made... there were no biscuits to soak samples up so we left his premises with a great impression and feeling a tad squiffy.
Sandra and Noel kindly gave us a lift to the nearest TGV station at Chatelerraut for the next leg of our journey. It was here that we encountered the only really unhelpful person we have met on our travels. We needed a bit of help with our bags and wanted to avoid lugging them up and down lots of stairs but the station guard would not let us use the short cut ramp for no good reason that we could see. Still we got on the train and again as we had to sit in the cycles section we had a carriage pretty much to ourselves to Bordeaux. We stayed one night in Bordeaux at a cheap hotel near the station; it did the job but it was definitely a low spot as it was so grotty ( eg shared loos with no doors on them!).
Our cunning plan was to sneak into Spàin avoiding the Pyrennees by going to the southwest france/northern spain coast via Biarritz. This worked quite well and was necessary because you cannot take bikes on the fast Spanish trains so we had to use Medio Distancia trains (thanks for the research Debalho) - still very good but they require lots of changes which with bikes and bags and fast change overs is a real fag after a while.
From a place called Hendaye on the Border we got a Euskotren to San Sebastien -Donostia. We were in the heart of Basque country here so the language was a bit of a challenge but again people were very helpful. San Sebastien was a revelation - very lovely old town with a fab beach and harbour. Famed for its culinary prowess we had a go at sampling the tapas (called pincho´s there) in the old town after we had found a great pension nearby. The weather was warm and sunny so we felt vindicated for trying to get south, but after the first day it became overcast and cool. As we headed south to Burgos the weather turned cold, wet and windy and only yesterday did it begin to improve. The terrain around San Sebastien was too difficult for us to do much cycling fully loaded so by heading for Burgos we hoped to get to a flatter warmer area. Burgos is a beautiful walled ancient city. As the weather was pretty bad we bunkered down and rethought our plan. We worked out that taking medio distancia trains to southern spain and back again would have taken at least 4 days continous train travel and would have been really expensive, and requiring a trek across madrid with the bikes.
So helped by the lovely Paloma in the Burgos tourism office we found Jesus and his Casa Rural in La Rad a mere 50 kilometres from Burgos. The journey involved tackling the biggest hill of our trip so far - a real monster but its some measure of our progess that we were able to get up and over it. We had one small problem....we had no room on the bikes to carry food and there was no shop within 20 kilometres of La Rad. No sooner had we arrived in La Rad Mark used his best Spanish to explain to Jesus that he had a really big problem with his ´'dining room"; a cloud of doubt clearly passed across Jesus´ mind until after 5 minutes of pointing at the phrase book to indicate words for food it dawned on him that he was about to take on two tenants who unless he was able to help would have been found starved to death in his casa rural after a week. Jesus was great and immediately offered to drive us to the nearest supermarket 35 kilometres away. He also stopped at the nearest train station to check on trains for us to Santander- Mark was so overcome by the whole experience he dissapeared only to be found throwing his guts up on a railway siding. Undeterrred Jesus took us for a coffee and then proceeded to show us the local sights which involved driving up long steep winding roads to observation points where you could look over very steep drops into impressive canyons.......
We had a week at La Rad where we could re-charge and dictate our own pace. Caroline used the time to befriend and fatten the local pack of Perro´s who much to their owners consternation are plumper and less obedient than when she found them. We also continued to do some cycling in the area '- really good to tackle rides without the bags.
Our final challenge in Spain will be to cycle the 140k to Santander for our return boat on the 27th October (only one we could get on to that took us to Portsmouth in time for all the things we need to do in UK).
Thanks again for all your support and interest. We will definitely write up our visit to Hong Kong so check in again in 3 weeks time for some more news. Until then love to all. Caroline and Markxxxx
Tuesday 5 October 2010
Sandra and Noel to the Rescue!
Hi Everyone, thanks for the comments on the blog and also related texts and e-mails they are searched for and viewed with pleasure and affection and really appreciated. We are aware of lack of photos but we have worked out that we do not have the technology to put them on yet - sorry about that. Will sort this before we head off to New Zealand. We composed our last posting from a pretty good campsite in Ancenis - we stayed two nights here - where we were befriended by a friendly scouser on a voyage of discovery after being made redundant. He was clearly capably of moving more swiftly than us so we hid in our tent the next morning as he packed up and left. The weather at nights particularly is cooling off and for the past few days it has been overcast and a bit wet so this has dimmed our waning enthusiasm for camping further and also boosted our interest in moving south to warmer climes (more of this later). So quickly in bullet points here are the latest highlights.
Big cycle after Ancennis. More brilliant paths. We stopped off at a little snack shack in the middle of nowhere and were served by a really charming and friendly couple; Caroline being the fruit bat that she is spotted a couple of punnets of peaches and pointed enthusiastically at them; the guys face momentarily fell as he explained that they were his own shopping...but let us buy some anyway. The shack had only one other customer who had locked his moped to a bench and sat next to it...did he know something that we didn't?!
After this we found charming Chambre D'Hote in Montjean run by Irina and Serge called the Cedres; fantastic place - we had our own lounge, and kitchen. There were even two muts for Caroline to feed crisps to. We stayed two nights coz it was so good...but had to leave before Mark did anymore damage to their furnishings!
Unexpectedly after this we had our biggest ride yet. We reckon it was over 60km which fully loaded was quite hard even on the flat. We had intended to go shorter but having so easily found and got into the Cedres we were lulled into believing that Chambre D'Hotes would be ten a penny and not very busy - we were wrong. We tried several with no luck before we got to the Ste-Gemmes area just south of Angers. It was 8.00ish and getting dark. We found a deserted campsite which Caroline thought was charming because of the smell of woodsmoke.....except that woodsmoke does not usually come from cigar like objects. We decided to try our luck at the train station which we hoped would take us into Saumur. After 30 mins of waiting a train approached..Mark jumped up with a heart full of hope only for it tear through the station tooting as it went nearly taking Marks wig with it. We then decided that we might have to night cycle to Saumur. By this time it was dark and wet but we were so pleased that we had decided not to camp that our spirits were high (or was it the woodsmoke?) and we sped off into the night avoiding the deer that periodically lept across our paths. We got to a place called Thoreiul where in the distance we spotted a premises that was beautifully lit and looked like a hotel - it was infact a restaurant which was so quiet that all the staff were having a drink on the terrace. Using our best french we tried to ask about anywhere where we could stay. John Claude was summoned and sprang into action - he phoned the local Chambre D'Hote and then leapt into his little red van and told us to follow him (at least that's what we thought he said!). His staff were most amused and advised him to get on his bike and give us the car (jean claude was quite portly). Anyway he took off like a bat out of hell with Mark in hot pursuit shouting pidgeon french and obscenties between desparate gulps of air; Caroline was left in the distance in a fit of giggles. To be fair John Claude did eventually slow down on quite a steep hill and rather than taking us to the local police station he had actually taken us to a brilliant Chambre d hote owned by a charming couple. She ran the local twinning committee (Thoreiul twinned with Wincanton) and was pleased for the chance to practice her english (which was better than ours!). They fed us and gave us wine and beer - fab. We cycled on through Saumur- looking at the trog dwellings in the cliffs - and had a relatively uneventful two night stay at the Blue Balcony in Tuquant. The highlight here was finding 101 ways of spending 5 euros on food (turned out to be spuds and eggs) because we could not face cycling 18km to the nearest bank. Next stop was Chinon birth place of Rabelais.
From there we cycled to Tour St Gelin where Sandra, Caroline's God mother and husband Noel live. This bit of cycling showed how spoiled we have been on the Loire path. We cycled into a strong headwind and the roads are much more rolling - we were reminded of the need to tackle harder terrain in preparation for NZ. Its been fab staying here - they could not have been more welcoming or kind - we have been regenerated by the stay and will look for a chance to return the kindness. We are about to tackle a wine tasting mission (someone has to do it) and tomorrow we are going to try and get the train to the south of France/spanish border, but its harder than you might think to book a ticket with bikes.
Next time we post we will hope to be basking in the sunshine somewhere in southern spain - don't worry Marks Spanish is excellent (not!) until then Buenos Dias much love to all our readers. xxx C&M
Big cycle after Ancennis. More brilliant paths. We stopped off at a little snack shack in the middle of nowhere and were served by a really charming and friendly couple; Caroline being the fruit bat that she is spotted a couple of punnets of peaches and pointed enthusiastically at them; the guys face momentarily fell as he explained that they were his own shopping...but let us buy some anyway. The shack had only one other customer who had locked his moped to a bench and sat next to it...did he know something that we didn't?!
After this we found charming Chambre D'Hote in Montjean run by Irina and Serge called the Cedres; fantastic place - we had our own lounge, and kitchen. There were even two muts for Caroline to feed crisps to. We stayed two nights coz it was so good...but had to leave before Mark did anymore damage to their furnishings!
Unexpectedly after this we had our biggest ride yet. We reckon it was over 60km which fully loaded was quite hard even on the flat. We had intended to go shorter but having so easily found and got into the Cedres we were lulled into believing that Chambre D'Hotes would be ten a penny and not very busy - we were wrong. We tried several with no luck before we got to the Ste-Gemmes area just south of Angers. It was 8.00ish and getting dark. We found a deserted campsite which Caroline thought was charming because of the smell of woodsmoke.....except that woodsmoke does not usually come from cigar like objects. We decided to try our luck at the train station which we hoped would take us into Saumur. After 30 mins of waiting a train approached..Mark jumped up with a heart full of hope only for it tear through the station tooting as it went nearly taking Marks wig with it. We then decided that we might have to night cycle to Saumur. By this time it was dark and wet but we were so pleased that we had decided not to camp that our spirits were high (or was it the woodsmoke?) and we sped off into the night avoiding the deer that periodically lept across our paths. We got to a place called Thoreiul where in the distance we spotted a premises that was beautifully lit and looked like a hotel - it was infact a restaurant which was so quiet that all the staff were having a drink on the terrace. Using our best french we tried to ask about anywhere where we could stay. John Claude was summoned and sprang into action - he phoned the local Chambre D'Hote and then leapt into his little red van and told us to follow him (at least that's what we thought he said!). His staff were most amused and advised him to get on his bike and give us the car (jean claude was quite portly). Anyway he took off like a bat out of hell with Mark in hot pursuit shouting pidgeon french and obscenties between desparate gulps of air; Caroline was left in the distance in a fit of giggles. To be fair John Claude did eventually slow down on quite a steep hill and rather than taking us to the local police station he had actually taken us to a brilliant Chambre d hote owned by a charming couple. She ran the local twinning committee (Thoreiul twinned with Wincanton) and was pleased for the chance to practice her english (which was better than ours!). They fed us and gave us wine and beer - fab. We cycled on through Saumur- looking at the trog dwellings in the cliffs - and had a relatively uneventful two night stay at the Blue Balcony in Tuquant. The highlight here was finding 101 ways of spending 5 euros on food (turned out to be spuds and eggs) because we could not face cycling 18km to the nearest bank. Next stop was Chinon birth place of Rabelais.
From there we cycled to Tour St Gelin where Sandra, Caroline's God mother and husband Noel live. This bit of cycling showed how spoiled we have been on the Loire path. We cycled into a strong headwind and the roads are much more rolling - we were reminded of the need to tackle harder terrain in preparation for NZ. Its been fab staying here - they could not have been more welcoming or kind - we have been regenerated by the stay and will look for a chance to return the kindness. We are about to tackle a wine tasting mission (someone has to do it) and tomorrow we are going to try and get the train to the south of France/spanish border, but its harder than you might think to book a ticket with bikes.
Next time we post we will hope to be basking in the sunshine somewhere in southern spain - don't worry Marks Spanish is excellent (not!) until then Buenos Dias much love to all our readers. xxx C&M
Sunday 26 September 2010
We are making steady progress west to east along the Loire. Completed a 50k fully loaded ride yesterday from other side of Nantes to Ancenis. This blog was dictated in a speeding ambulance to Pierre.....
Key points from the last dew days:
Key points from the last dew days:
- Stopped off in a place called Paimbeouf - were befriended by a lovely french couple who insisted that we stay with them for a couple of days when if we get to their bit of the Loire. As they had two beautiful dogs it looks likely that we will take them up on the offer.
- Got chased by a farm dog - the owner of the farm rushed to open a gate to effect our escape: although we ended up cross country and felt lost it ended up giving us a shortcut however.....
- This took us to one of the oddest camping experiences... the next site we used was like a Shanty Town and the residents - who to be fair were charming if not pissed - suggested we set up next to a cesspit (literally); in the seconds it took us to say 'NON' we sustained no more than 20 mozzie bites. We preferred a pitch nearer the pot bellied pigs....we moved on quickly the next morning and will forever remember the site for its 'mankey pigs'
- We moved on to a suburb of Nantes called Indre: where a charming couple took pity on our lumpy skins and offered a bargain hotel deal. We stayed a couple days and shared the facilities with a group of young submariners ( we knew something interesting was afoot when they all started running around at the sound of our bicycle bell)
- We visited Nantes Cathedral which took 500 years to complete but was burned down in the 70's) WE lit candles for loved ones present and past.
- Another big cycle yesterday - the paths are brilliant; quiet, flat and well signed. We will have a crack at another big mileage day tomorrow. Love to one and all - lovely to think of people tuning in. xxxC and M
Monday 20 September 2010
Landing in the Loire via Paris
Hi everyone, thanks for your comments and interest they are hugely valued. Our first stop was Amiens, which is very close to the Somme battlefields - there are reminders everywhere - very moving. We stayed at the Best Western there, highly recommended, We visited the huge gothic Cathedral which dominates the centre of the town. We then got the train to a place called Creil. The plan was to get off somewhere even nearer to Paris but would allow us to do a big ride to it. With help from the hotel in Amiens (and a big up for Carolines French) and the trourist info place in Creil we located a camp site in Nesles de Vallee. It was advertised as a 4 star site. It was our biggest ride so far fully loaded, not helped by a 8k diversion toward the end. As light faded and rattiness set in we realised what the de Vallee bit means ie we had to tackle a really steep hill to get over into the valley. We pushed the bikes up most of this because we were cream crackered; this must have showed to the campsite owner who got it into his head that we had cycled from Calais! The campsite was in a beautiful setting and there was hardly anyone on it;, but the french campsite rating system now fills us with dread because if that was four star god help us on two star. Still there were some very noisy fat geese to keep us entertained and dog that stole Mark's pate. We cycled around the area which is dominated by the Oise river.including a delightful visit to a place called Auvers where Van Gogh lived for a stage and is buried with his brother: Having visited the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam this created a interesting linkfor our trip: We had a go at cycling in Paris( rush hour on a Friday possibly wasnt the best time) Pretty hairraising but an experience to remember! Yesterday we left our 4 star residence and came to St Nazaire; the start of our Loire valley trip. And that is as far as we have gone so far. Lots of Love to you all,we will keep you posted C and M xx
Sunday 12 September 2010
Learning how to blog and survive Amsterdam's cyclists and camping in the rain!
Big thankyou to peeps who have posted on our blog - its really nice to be in contact. Thanks to anyone else who has tuned in but not yet posted...its taken us a while to find a place where we can sit in peace and figure out how to get our blogging going. We had a great send off from the docks at North Shields - thanks JM, Big Al and the Debster. The ferry was pretty good. We met a couple of seasoned geordie touring cyclists who rocked up with a couple of tinnies and a load of invaluable advice. We made it to Amsterdam - via Haarlem - thanks to them. We have survived 3 nights in a tent in Zeeburg; we must be the oldest couple in a tent; we chose a spot near the goats and the chickens and next to a friendly wizard (don't ask). Even the goats are stoned but everyone is friendly. The weather is a bit wet so we have decided to head south, stopping at Paris on the way to somewhere warmer. We are going by train via Amiens and may stop there. We have cycled everyday and have developed some confidence riding with bikes that are fully loaded and having to deal with really busy roads. Cycling in Amsterdam is a mixed blessing; swarms of cool urban amsterdammers wizzing by..but the preference for cycling over cars is really refreshing - cycle lanes everywhere. This week we will mostly be trying to master the art of posting with photo's. Bigger cycling trips are planned. Love to all our well wishers. C&M xxx
Wednesday 11 August 2010
And so it begins
Why the reference to Trogs? Four years ago we had the chance to take a change of direction in life but this meant moving away from family and friends. Caroline has made some great friends in Cornwall who she will keep in touch with but the change did not work out as we had hoped. We decided to change this by planning and doing some big cycling tours over a period of 8 months. By setting off on our travels as the uk autumn and winter draws in and heading off for countries where it will be warm and bright we feel a bit like Trogs emerging into the light!. The blog will hopefully be a convenient way to keep in touch with friends and family as we try and tackle some big cycling journeys over 3 continents. Also, with a bit of luck we will learn a lot too and we can offer this to a wider audience.
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