‘At some point, you’re going to shit it’.
That was a mate’s venerable advice a week before I left (I assume he means it in both senses of the phrase). He then went on to add that he thought it’d be when I got into France, realised that my handful of French words wasn’t enough and that I couldn’t understand a thing anyone was saying. Read more
A fully laden Tangerine Dream
09:33am, Thursday 28th May 2015.
One day late, but better late than never. After a couple of hours stuffing things into bags and strapping them onto the bike, I was off. Aided by Marc Broughton who kindly pointed his camera at my mug (whilst I managed to look in the opposite direction) and set up a solitary firework out of a pair of my old handlebars to mark the beginning of this trip, how poignant.
The firework to mark the beginning, and irritate neighbours.
I’m off for a bike ride in a bit. I’ll tell you all about it later
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