Greetings from Paris! It's 12 days into the cycle so time for a little update...
The wheels finally began spinning on Tuesday, 2nd November - a day late due to the intensity of the goodbye session in Geneva :)
The first 3 days were tough going as Switwerland and France threw a string of mountains at me. What I hadn't given much thought to before I set off (as I said "2041kms. 1 idiot") was that with fully loaded panniers on the bike, it would feel like I was climbing all these moutains while also giving someone a lift at the same time. Seemingly Sean's premonition of me "grimacing through pain whilst paddling my little heart out over a hillock in Belgium" was coming true. When I finally did reach the summits of these mighty hillocks though, the views were fantastic. Hopefully some of the photos below (more on Facebook) give you an idea of what I mean.
After 3 days of stunning views that left me feeling like I'd been beaten over the head with a rainbow, I was looking forward to the flat plains of middle France. Before heading North however, I decided to dump a lot of the extra crap that I was carrying with me on the trek. The new 600+ page Keith Richards autobiography/brick was the first thing to go (why Ashe, why?). Towels, shoes, pants, t-shirts, my emergency can of baked beans...were all chucked. Finally, like a white Nelson Mandella, I was 'free at last' to put some distance behind me.
After 3 days of stunning views that left me feeling like I'd been beaten over the head with a rainbow, I was looking forward to the flat plains of middle France. Before heading North however, I decided to dump a lot of the extra crap that I was carrying with me on the trek. The new 600+ page Keith Richards autobiography/brick was the first thing to go (why Ashe, why?). Towels, shoes, pants, t-shirts, my emergency can of baked beans...were all chucked. Finally, like a white Nelson Mandella, I was 'free at last' to put some distance behind me.
With the weight off my bike and the land a LOT easier going I was able to clock up century-plus days and make great time. Tarare, Vichy, Moulins, Nevers, Briare, Orleans, Etampes...all flew by as I pushed on hard to Paris. The scenery in middle France is very like Ireland (but just imagine boulangeries instead of pubs) so it made for a really enjoyable trek. At the risk of jinxing it, the weather has also been unexpectedly kind to me (apart from yesterday when I learnt that my 'waterproof' jacket is actually just a sponge with a zip).
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p.s. The battery in my camera died yesterday, but hopefully I'll be able to charge it and put up some new photos in the next few days...