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UK to Africa Cycle Trip Lessons Learnt

I already find myself saying that this trip was one of the best things I’ve done in my life. I didn’t want to stop. If the girls were with me and getting back to reality to earn money wasn’t necessary, I would have just kept on going. I don’t say that lightly, I would have.

Right now I’m sat in a bar in Briviesca and I have that feeling that every evening brings. You feel hotter than normal, slightly puffy eyed/face, exhausted but not wanting to sleep but knowing I should.

The whole experience has been brilliant. Something else. I’ve hurt and I’ve questioned what I think I’m playing at but then you do, don’t you, in things like this.

Again, I’m sat on my bed in a hostal in Plasencia and feel that hot, puffiness. Knowing I need to sleep but not wanting to.

Lessons Learnt

  • Choose the correct frame size. Mine was a 56cm frame. I’m 6′ and ideally should have gone for a 54cm frame. Not a biggie but if I were a pedant of a peddler.
  • Disc brakes are good. Had a had normal ones, getting through some of the mud would have been even worse.
  • Waterproofs are good. Don’t buy Sealskinz gloves though.
  • The French are more welcoming and interested than the Spaniards. Sorry Spain that’s just the way I saw it (had actually expected the reverse).
  • Dependency on phones. Not a great deal one can do but it’s still as if we’re in the dark ages for data roaming.  Add a roaming premium if you can, so as not to blow loads on data charges.
  • Phone batteries are crap and there’s not a lot we can do about that at the mo. Switch off the radios you’re not using as you go. And get a back up charger.
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Preparation for a Bicycle Ride

From the evening of the Tues 23rd October through until the 10th of December, I’d been making notes, researching, and buying up kit. Now, what with this trip meaning me not working fora little while, I’m relatively budget. But I don’t want to skimp and then regret purchases or lack thereof when I’m halfway up a hill, cold, wet and lacking in morale. Planning and preparation as a preventative, right?

I’ve had a ScottUSA road bike that’s taken a load of pounding over the time I lived in London. I bought it from new in 2000, it’s good but I don’t trust it. I’ve recently replaced a wheel, there’s a small crack in the frame, so to make up for me blowing a bit on other kit, it’s currently on eBay. I just didn’t have confidence in it. So I needed a touring bike – did a bit of research and it seems to me that a touring bike is really just a road bike with panniers. There are a few that are renowned for the job, but the bargain I saw was a grand’s worth of a bike, which had had zero use as the guy I bought it off had recently come off his other bike twice in London so lost his confidence in cycling the city. One man´s loss is another man´s gain.£530 for a £1000 bike. Happy with that.

I came across what seems to be the site for cycle tourers: Crazy Guy On A Bike, looking for a similar example as to what I was planning. There I found Julian who´d done a very similar route last summer. Couldn´t have been more helpful, we spoke on the phone for a few pointers and I even have his number in case I get into difficulties. Top guy. I love the kindness of strangers that the Internet can hold.

So Julian in turn told me about Warm Showers, the cyclist´s social network. You open your place up to other cyclists, and they´ll do the same for you. Works for me. Would be happy to have randoms come stay some day at my place, so signed up for that too.

Then once the majority of my kit was in place, I needed to give it a dry run, so on a Monday at the end of November I headed down to Brighton fully laden. 74 miles I think. Getting used to the weight of the bike, the pressure on your knees and relentless work on the quads was an eye opener. Have I bitten off more than I could chew? I revised my daily estimates and therefore timescales. 100 miles a day just wasn´t going to happen. I needed to knock some kgs off too, so out went the bladder (2 bottles should be fine) and out went the SLR and sundries. I wouldn´t have time to fanny about with that along the way anyway. So I reduced 25kg to about 20kg. But that 70 odd mile figure was still heavy going and to do that every day for up to 1300 miles: I have my work cut out.

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Bordeaux, en francais

Bonjour.

Pardonnez-moi pour mon francais terrible (seulement huit ans de salle de class francais dans mon ecole), mais ici est mon petit blog post de mon semaine et demie en Bordeaux, dernier mois.

Bordeaux est un tres attractivement ville. Les batiments sont tres tres magnifique. La ville il a que certains ‘I don’t know what’ comme ils dit en Angleterre.

Je pense que Les Français connais leur oignons avec les repas. Pour exemple: pour petit dejeuner j’ai un pain au chocolat (ou deux), un cafe au lait et du jus d’orange tous les jours, simple mais agreable, non? Pour les autres repas j’ai a manger: du lapin, du canard, du fromage, du foie gras et un petit peu du vin… parfait.

J’étais là pour le feu d’artifice sur le soir de Bastille jour. Mais il est tres estrange, tout les personnes est reste tres calme et tranquille. Le merde bizarre.

Un observation: Il ya beaucoup des personnes en France avec les nez grande. Je pense à moi-même “d’où viens-tu, nez ville?”

Et aussi un autre observation, il  y a beaucoup des madamoiselles qui marcher autour le ville avec pas de brassiere! Oui! A la Charlie Dimmock! Zut alors.

Merci beaucoup, c’est tout pour maintenant.