Week Twenty-Three: Eggs. TV. Bourbons. Repeat.

Week Twenty-Three: Eggs. TV. Bourbons. Repeat.

We’ve lived some weird kind of groundhog day this week, as we nursed Dan back to full peddle power. We’d wake up and eat last night’s cold pizza, before going out for a late eggs Benedict breakfast (yes, we were still digging for that bone). We’d then spend the afternoon watching films and gorging on bourbon biscuits. Come dinnertime, we’d head back out for pizza, doggy-bagging the slices we couldn’t fit in our faces, to eat cold the following morning. I kid you not. We did this four days in a row…

Week Twenty-One: As Normal As It Gets?

Week Twenty-One: As Normal As It Gets?

It’s been a relatively normal week this week. No court appearances. No visa problems. No in-flight fires. Just your standard week in Nepal. Things got so normal, we even had a duvet day and watched three films back-to-back. Obviously we never actually got in the duvet because it’s practically 100°c. We binged on Toy Story, The Post and The Death of Stalin, only leaving the hotel room to eat…

Week Twenty: Everest's On The Horizon

Week Twenty: Everest's On The Horizon

You’d think after our Russian scandal, we’d have a bit of luck on our side. Think again. Not only was there a fire on our flight to Kathmandu, we ran into yet another visa problem. You really couldn’t make this stuff up…

Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen: Our Russian Visa Expired

Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen: Our Russian Visa Expired

Visas are a tricky little thing that every traveller has to deal with at some point. The trick to tackling them is organisation. That’s why we applied for our Russia visa back in March, before we actually left the UK in April – four months before we even expected to enter Russia. But all that forethought and planning was quashed by an incompetent Visa Agent, leaving us with an expired visa and a trip to Russian Federal Court…

Week Seventeen: Bye, Bye, Bikes

Week Seventeen: Bye, Bye, Bikes

This week, we arrived in Saint Petersburg after white-knuckle riding the last bit of the E20, which involved four lanes of traffic and dramatic arm signals. Now I was going to jump straight into the goings on in Saint Petersburg and Moscow, but I just wanted to point out the amount of steps we’ve walked this week…

Week Sixteen: End of Chapter One

Week Sixteen: End of Chapter One

This week definitely felt like the end of the first chapter. We crossed into Russia. We hit 5,000km on our CatEye Cycle Computer. I filled my first diary. And as a final full stop, we had our first dog chase as we left Estonia…

Week Fourteen: Muhu, Saaremaa & Hiiumaa

Week Fourteen: Muhu, Saaremaa & Hiiumaa

No, those aren’t the names of Dan’s imaginary friends, they’re the names of the three Estonia islands we cycled around this week. Yes, Estonia has islands! We were surprised too… 

Week Thirteen: Dan's Rim Exploded

Week Thirteen: Dan's Rim Exploded

Towards the end of each week, we rack our brains, trying to remember stuff that's happened (weeks and days blur together), which I then write about on the blog. This week was no different, except that I turned to Dan and said, ‘we’ve had a pretty uneventful week, this week’. Never will I ever say those words out loud again, as on Sunday, Dan’s wheel rim literally exploded...

Week Eleven: Bribery, Impulsiveness & Sweden

Week Eleven: Bribery, Impulsiveness & Sweden

Beautifully dangerous. There are no two better words that could best describe our time in Norway. Every turn offered up a postcard-worthy view, but along with that often came dangerous (maybe a bit dramatic?) challenges…

Week Nine: Denmark, You Blew Us Away

Week Nine: Denmark, You Blew Us Away

We now understand how Denmark can power itself with mostly wind energy – it’s so bloody windy there. Despite battling strong headwinds for the full six days we travelled through the country, it’s become a surprising contender for…

Week Eight: The Even-Slower-Than-Expected Race

Week Eight: The Even-Slower-Than-Expected Race

Before we left in April, we booked a return flight from Stockholm back to the UK for a family wedding, thinking we’d make it that far in roughly three months. According to our calculations, we won’t...

 

Week Seven: Jacob and the Black Forest

Week Seven: Jacob and the Black Forest

What a week! Riding through the Black Forest in Germany has been incredible. It's easy to see how it inspired Grimms' fairytales, every turn offered up spectacular views – hauntingly dark woods, steep mountain passes, picturesque towns and fantastic castles. There were some challenges – and ticks…


Week Six: For Franc's Sake, You Have to Pay For Showers?!

Week Six: For Franc's Sake, You Have to Pay For Showers?!

Everyday’s a school day on our cycle tour, and this week especially, we feel like we’ve packed so much into our tired, little brains. So what did we learn…

Week Five: Family Friends, Flatmates & French Kindness

Week Five: Family Friends, Flatmates & French Kindness

We have been overwhelmed with kindness, generosity and real beds this week, as we were welcomed into the homes of an old flatmate of mine, a family friend of Dan’s, and a wonderful French family who flagged us down on the side of the road…



Week Four: Sunshine Brain

Week Four: Sunshine Brain

Minus the bloodthirsty mosquitoes, we started the week the best way possible: with two days' rest on a hot beach, supping beer and red wine. Embarrassingly, while in this sunny daze, we got totally and utterly lost on the way to the supermarket. A trip that should have taken one hour, ended up taking close to three…

How We Made £1,181.94 Through Cashback and Bonuses

How We Made £1,181.94 Through Cashback and Bonuses

Never in my life did I think I’d become one of these money savvy coupon queens. Dan’s always been good with money, but quite honestly, I’ve been dreadful. Credit cards can be devilish if you let them be. Once we started saving for the trip, however, that all changed very quickly .   

So how did we make £1,181.94?...

 

Week Three: Too Much, Too Soon?

Week Three: Too Much, Too Soon?

What a week. We cycled everyday. That’s seven days of riding totalling 471 KM. Granted one day was only 20 KM, but it was still a lot of saddle time. After such a wet second week, we decided to change our route and head to the sunny French coast, making a deal with ourselves that we could have two days off once we hit the beach. In hindsight, yes it was too much, too soon.

By ride five, we were tired and grouchy with each other…