DAY ELEVEN… Rest Day Day of rest at our little cabin house. It’s a lovely spot but the wind is still fierce. Our hostess, the mother of the owner of…
Riding to India
DAY ELEVEN… Rest Day Day of rest at our little cabin house. It’s a lovely spot but the wind is still fierce. Our hostess, the mother of the owner of…
DAY TWELVE… 35.5 miles (56.5 km) We cycled on down the Danube away from our little house, after a night of violent storms. Our movement sensitive light outside kept switching…
DAY THIRTEEN… 64 miles (102.5 km) Feeling very vulnerable, we set out again on the road, … What else was there to do? My brother told me not to return…
DAY FOURTEEN… 61.5 miles (98 km) I had pepper spray in my trouser pocket as we cycled up past the place where the dogs had been. But thank God no…
DAY FIFTEEN… 58 miles (91 km) An easy ride from the campsite after a rather disturbed night wondering if the Romany folk had spotted us and might attack us. Aside…
DAY SIXTEEN… 48 miles (77 km) 10.30am… We are sitting in a children’s play area, near a town hall. We often sit in children’s play areas or churches as we…
DAY SEVENTEEN… 34.5 miles (55.5 km) The wedding did indeed go on all night as promised, but although I woke frequently to hear roars of delight or singing, it didn’t…
DAY EIGHTEEN… Rest Day Temperatures were very high again today and I felt my legs collapsing under me. We managed to change money and restock some of our provisions, then…
DAY NINETEEN… 40.5 miles (65 km) An early start to avoid the heat, but it turned out to be pleasantly cool. However, as soon as we got up, Tim noticed…
DAY TWENTY… 46.5 miles (74.5 km) Turns out the proprietor was willing to go to extraordinary efforts to provide porridge for me. She phoned her daughter as I carefully described…