Charity Rides, Europe, Touring, Turkey to England

Antalya to Manchester for ASOS! pt1; through Turkey and Bulgaria!


An amazing cause we can all get behind!

This is my second ever solo-tour, I’m doing it to help raise funds for an amazing cause! Animal SOS Sri Lanka is an incredible charity operating a huge dog sanctuary in South West Sri Lanka! They offer  safe home to over a thousand stray dogs, almost all of whom would have been considered a lost cause by anyone else. They arrive riddled with diseases or barely surviving road traffic accidents or unfathomable cruelty from the local people! All of the dogs (unless their condition does not permit) are free roaming and naturally organize into packs, this is an approach far better than most western dog sanctuaries where the dogs are kept separate to avoid any conflicts, but this way the dogs can have a much fuller life with the psychological security of belonging and functioning in packs. The managers live on site and provide medical assistance to the animals on a 24 hour basis! All the animals are fed a healthy diet prepared daily, a mammoth task you can only imagine the scale of! Please consider contributing something from the bottom of your penny jar or share the link below, it can make a huge difference for over a thousand dogs and over a hundred cats! Thanks for taking the time to read this!



This is by far the most welcoming country to tour in! Its straight up epic!


I think on average i was fed by a stranger every other day. Getting free hot water at a petrol station is standard and that makes it really easy to stay in the saddle as long as you want! Hot water+teafilter+10minutes riding and boom! Roadside teabreak; hardly-justifiable caffeine hangup made mega cheap! Bringing an insulated flask on tour has proven to be the biggest hack so far!
Usually when you do the hotwater leeching you get offered some free Ƈay too, no, really. There also seems to be a 25% chance that the petrol station attendant will feed you cause ‘you must be hungry you nutter’. This was further made comical when i was asked my name as Ben in turkish means ‘I’, answering ‘Ben?’ And ‘Ben’ to the question interchanged meant that we were both laughing before the enquirer finally got that it’s actually my name. I guess this kind of thing is felt most universally if you use a shortened version of your name which will almost always be a root word in their language, a good way to give them a chance to direct the conversation differently than relying on questions (the usual boring touring questions), creating a great opening for talking about them and their culture instead of the fact that your foolishly pedaling further than advisable.

Now before you go cycling across the country beware that there is a massive east-west divide. The west is super welcoming of strangers and will make a real effort to have proper conversation (not the usual questions), they will still think your mad because of the distances but cycle touring is definitely a thing in Turkey. In the East there is much more rigidity and a strong sense a religious tradition-preservation, never fun for an atheist and riddled with  faux pas that can leave you embarrassed.
Ive met more cycle tourists here than anywhere else and they were ALL Turkish. Ranging from early twenties to mid seventies, some of them have been the most inspiring cycle tourists ive met and at the other end of the spectrum they get inspired by what your doing.


The food here generally isn’t vegan friendly, ive done my best to stay freegan throughout the tour with some minor and major slipups (the Plovdid hunkering-down; waiting for a rim was a dairy slipup I can’t deny).
Yet in Turkey I have learned a lot about nutrition and how best to stay fed with all your energy needs, protein and nutritional needs! (First shop on left vs how I’m filling the tank now.)

Some notes you might find interesting on stoveless freegan touring at the bottom of the post!

Turkeys massive cycling subculture meant that i had a chance to mingle with sone serious cyclists/caffein heads and even got to fall over a couple of times playing bikepolo with the Istanbul Bike Polo crew, a really surprisingly lively scene there! Hope to see them at tournaments when im finally good enough šŸ˜€ And massive thanks for how incredibly welcoming you all are and the souvenir stickers! Awesome!

Camping in Turkey has to be the easiest it’s ever been, great spots everywhere and nobody bats an eye (unless you pitch up in a field of produce, obviously a big nono). Often enough you will find people inviting you in though, probably more often than you realise as language barriers can leave people helpless and walking away after asking a series of unintelligible questions, probably including an offer for accommodation. My favorite random invite came from a local mayor-figure of a little town who gave me a set of keys to an abandoned restaurant to stay in while my knee got better!


Incase you do have serious tendon problems creep up on you while on tour there are a few things to do to make it possible to continue!

  • RICE (Rest, Ice, Compress and Elevate… and don’t leave it too late!!
  • start to add turmeric and ginger into your meals as they are powerful antioxidants and turmeric is a strong anti-inflammatory!
  • Rub a bit of extra virgin oil or coconut oil on the affected area before bed (this really does get absorbed through the skin and helps lubricate the tendons)
  • if you are using clipless pedals or straps, try not to rely too heavily on the particular tendon affected (in my case I had to focus on pedaling ‘up’ not ‘down’ with my left foot to be able to keep going and not make the problem worse.
  • you can use alcohol based camphor gels which are very powerful and readily available in vet stores… yes it sais it’s designed for horses and dogs, but marathon runners use the same thing packaged for sports people with a premium price… but it’s actually the same thing
  • Bike weight laiden with food 49kg

With those few pointers I’ve been able to carry on touring when the condition I had developed would normally mean I would have to give up on the good cause I’m riding for!
The terrain in Turkey can get batsh1t crazy with snowy peak mountains and relentless up-down hills, mad 15kms with a slight incline and the sort, enough to get your tendons screwed if youv been training unloaded, which is exactly what i did. I figured training on my polobike would require enough cadence to warm my limbs to a tour… Huge mistake. Unforgivably thoughtless hypothesis. Its completely different to ride loaded vs unloaded! Cadence is no problem, great! Naturally the first thing i get leaving Antalya is 4km of uphill, fully loaded. Awesome. No its not, its definitely not. My random touring buddy Tugscan came until the start of the hill with me, a generous 30km+ of riding with great company, then mentioned i should be using clipless pedals if i want to make it up there. Have no fear! SteStraps to the rescue! The strapon your bike always wanted between you and herself but never knew how yo bring it up in conversation.

In terrain id like to include the not-too obvious problem with touring in Turkey in April: ok there are no monsoons per se, but tits the month where (and its an expression ice heard many people say here) ANYTHING can happen, its important to note here that ANYTHING is meant as ANYTHING BAD and can include (and did) 50kmph headwind, around 8c and torrential rain… For days. Ye i know, wtf. Well that was the not so fun part of turkey, that and the kid with a knife that wanted my bike… Oh and the weird street-dog ‘problem-solution’ they have where they just dump them en mass in the middle of nowhere by industrial sites… Pretty scary when you dont see it coming. Huge groups 70+ of malnourished, territorial animals that -for obvious reasons- have run out of trust for people. Needless to say i pedaled mental-fast haha And taking pictures was simply not on the agenda at all! They give up fast and don’t really want to do more than protect their territory…
Normally when dealing with street dogs its very straight forward, look them in the eye and make sudden and very clearly human sounds (easy way is to skat at them) and they get the picture real fast! Never resort to violence as that will only make the problem worse for the next cycle tourist they encounter. Violence is never the answer so stop taking bear spray with you on tour you monster and learn a bit about the kind of body language that dogs understand! Don’t be the oppressor and if you chose to be, don’t pretend it was necessary.
If you feel really scared repeat the above while getting off your bike (keeping the bike between you an the dog), ive never been bit and unless the dog is rabid neither will you, but rabid dogs dont really chase… They stand there in a terrible state and obviously shouldnt be approached, oh and it is important to get immunized obviously, natural-disasters/diseases/wars are not things that care about your intentions/fitness-level or discriminate in any positive or negative way.

Istanbul was the highlight of my trip through Turkey, normally I avoid megacities like I avoid violence. Yet there is a powerful charm to this megapolis! (rightly so, the higher concentration of people means you are more likely to come across the terrible And the amazing… on arrival I was faced with a young man brandishing a knife, indicating that my rather nice bike should now be handed over (he looked like he had been roughed up recently and the knife looked new, he had two friends with him as backup)… at this stage there is absolutely no way anyone is going to have my bike. I instantly started laughing at him a proper hearty laugh with a tear in my eye, to the point that I could barely catch my breath, I got my rather smaller knife out as to show it meant nothing, pointed out that hes waaay too short to be able to cycle away on my bike and that there was nothing threatening in what he was doing (at this moment one of his friends left and the other was tugging at his elbow to leave). In this situation this worked fine, thieves are opportunists and the opportunity in the middle of a city like this would be in consent driven by fear… if you don’t respond in that way they are completely disarmed. he settled for asking for a cigarette, I told him he is getting nothing off me unless he gives me a smile. this got him genuinely scared, it was obvious, but he cracked a smile after quickly convincing himself that this would result in some form of victory… so I broke it to him, I haven’t got cigarettes. Sorry.)

It’s divided by the Bosphorus, with ample opportunities to take scenic ferry rides from one side to another! Unfortunately bicycles are banned from crossing the Bosphorus on the bridge, I am told this has a lot to do with suicides taking place using the bridge as a jumping platform. a Terrifying though that sais a lot about the disillusionment of the people in Turkey. There is also a huge market for selling stress relief gadgets on the streets, another clear indicator of high stress among the population… unfortunately Turkish people have good cause to disillusioned.

When I was in Burdur (a place I fondly remember as Mordor, mostly because of how epic the road was to get there, there is an 8-9km stretch leading up to the city that is incredibly well paved, a bit windy and steep enough to hit speeds of 70kmph, which is what a speed radar clocked me at šŸ˜€ when I finally reached the edge of the town a car was waiting for me to give me an energy drink and ask where my mad type comes from, it was awesome!) it was the weekend of the referendum, I was aware that this was a very dangerous referendum that gives Erdogan absolute Tyrant+ powers, I was also aware that he has control of the media to an extent that he could easily manipulate the information available to those voting to the point where their votes would be annulled under normal democratic practice… I spoke to a dozen people about the referendum on the day, making sure I ask no leading questions and not voicing my personal opinions. From the dozen people I talked to; only 3 knew about the executive powers the vote was genuinely about… everybody else was led to believe that it was a simple vote of confidence on whether or not Erdogan should ‘stay’. Past events such as the violence in August in Ankara and Istanbul and the fake coup orchestrated to justify the elimination of all opposition were all too fresh in people’s minds…. Unfortunately that weekend marked the death of a Republic and it seemed that nobody was getting angry or loud about it. This turned out to untrue when in Istanbul there were demonstrations almost daily against the situation, especially on ‘childrens day’ which was also the anniversary of the birth of the republic, marked this year with protests against its death.

Apart from the obvious downer in my visit’s timing it was an amazing city to be in, it had a shedload of character some excellent street art and bohemian quarters, the Bosphorus divide creates what is locally called the European Side and the Asian Side. The European side features a lot of the saturated ‘tourist trap’ features that you find in every major city, overpriced and without any genuine character, but some great historic buildings! And the Asian side is where real people are, a much better cross section of real Istanbul is on display here and some excellent bike rides to be had! I was fortunate to spend all my nights in the Asian side with my amazingly hospitable hosts Belve and Gursel! Gursel was incredibly insightful in how I could develop my diet in ways that make it work for me instead of against me while doing long distance cycling! He was a real inspiration and even allowed me to sleep in his bike shop during my stay for my convenience, making it possible to stay in Kadikoy (the best area of Asian side in my experience)! If you get a chance to visit his incredibly well stocked bike store you are likely to find things very well priced that you might have been keeping an eye out for for years (such as my find of a take-a-look mirror, I can’t imagine going back to all the neck straining again!) His store is also half a block away from the court where the Istanbul Bike Polo crew play on Thursday evenings and weekends! Definitely worth giving the game a go if your in the area!

Turkey has been incredibly inviting and even though the terrain can be tough at times with the wrong training, it has a tremendous amount of character and a healthy curiosity towards visitors! My negative experience with my knee would normally spell the end of a tour easily, but luckily I was fortunate enough to be offered a place to stay when I needed it for recovery when recovery would have been miserable in a small tent while it rained almost continuously for 3 consecutive days. I almost forgot to mention, Turkey does the whole double-hug thing, it’s great!

Some random stats from Turkey

  • most teas given by a single person in one sitting 9
  • most teas given in a day was closer to 40
  • longest day in the saddle 204km
  • shortest day in the saddle 65km (The day my knee wanted to give up and go home)
  • number of nights staying in someone’s house 4
  • number of nights staying in a bike shop 4
  • number of nights spent in an abandoned restaurant 2
  • total conversations in German approx. 4.5hrs
  • number of knife holdups 1
  • number of packed meals given to me 4
  • number of meals I was invited for 22
  • amount of tahini eaten 2.5kg
  • amount of jam eaten 600g (then I knew better)
  • lentils eaten 1.5kg
  • buckwheat eaten 1kg
  • bulgur grain eaten 1kg
  • coconut oil eaten 600g
  • loaves of bread 7
  • most gross elevation gain in a day 1800m
  • number of street dogs petted 15 (approx.)




Entering the EU, completely unchecked by border guards, following a 10mile queue of trucks

Bulgaria the land of horses, hills and the greenest of green landscapes imaginable! An excellent low budget alternative to going all the way to new Zealand! They also have the Indian head-wobble on the go! Damn lovable!

My very first experience in the country (after arriving at nightfall) was the realization that internet access was incredibly easy here and when they say free wifi, they really don’t insist on that service only being available to paying customers either! So I went about making some chess moves to catch up on my correspondence games and was approached by a local head honcho who turned out to have lived down the road from me in Salford some years back, we didn’t recognize each other but he led me around his vineyard and gave me a massive glass of organic merlot to kickstart the Bulgaria experience!


Prices are crazy low for beer if thats your thing, 2l beer at around Ā£1, you can get surprisingly good wine for around Ā£2/2l too, so tempting….
Riddled with free wifi (most petrol stations, cafes or almost anywhere really) and awesome communist era monuments, every town claims to be the capital of something or other, but it all seems to be done in a lovable tongue-and-cheek manner that you can’t help but warm to.

There are a lot of concrete statues dotted along the landscape, a lot of them in the shape of powerful female figures, the older ones were not highly sexualized and so seemed much purer and stronger than their modern counterparts!

Top right is the modern version of these more traditional representations of powerful women. Bottom right is the statue commemorating the defeat of the Russian soldiers in Plovdiv. the local legend is that the Russian soldiers left without a fight, only one remained who drank some bad moonshine and died without a fight…. so this is actually a monument for a lonely alcoholic soldier who was not actually shot. who knows how much truth there is to that story…

Every town (except the speck-on-the-map villages) has at least one marketplace making it Ć¼ber easy to avoid supermarkets (which seem to be tucked away out of sight, the closest ive been to one is 1.8kms away according to road signs).
Everywhere you go there are little real-coffee machines rocking 40cm double espressos (approximately 17pence) making it super affordable to keep up the unhealthy 10 shots of espresso/day that a massive proportion of serious cyclists suffer from), wild camping has never been easier, even windy roads on mountain-sides have a massive variety of small clearings with mostly soft ground available!

Bug was going to be in Plovdiv (that’s him there by the coffee machine šŸ˜€ ) so my first real route deviation (and that is always a slippery slope…) was a decision to continue on to Plovdiv 70km in the wrong direction to hang a bit before moving on towards Romania! This turned out to be an essential great decision! I went over to see Plovdiv, a great little city in line to be the cultural capital of the EU in 2019! I stayed the night and set off the next day only to have a catastrophic high speed blowout on my rear tire! On closer inspection it turned out that it wasn’t going to be a simple patch-and-go job. The inner tube had long slashes on it and it seemed to be from the rim side. After inspecting the rim it was obviously not safe to ride and I would have to hitch a ride to Plovdiv and figure out what to do about it.

On the negative side; the problem of emigration is very serious here, trying to get a wheel built was just as impossible as getting your wheels trued in Dubrovnik. A blessing in a very good disguise as it forces you to learn new skills, after the rear rim failure i was forced to hunker down while another is delivered and set about building one… Id never done this before so I tried to figure out the most Ben-proof way to do it, knowing full well that there is some sort of black magic involved in getting the lacing right. I contacted an excellent no-nonsense mechanic I know for general guidance! Here’s what Rob the giant spanner sent:

Tape the new rim to the old one and transfer one side of the spokes then the other, make sure you get the crosses in the right place. Once you’ve done that tighten the nipples until the thread just disappears on each one, then tighten one turn at a time on each one until a bit tight, then true, ping spokes until they sound similar, true, ping, add half a turn to all, true, ping repeat, with the pinging you might need to loosen one and tighten the one next to it so they sound similar. With truing tighten one side and loosen one next to it to keep tension even With pinging I meant loosen and tighten ones on the same side of the rim.

Which I slightly adopted to this:

Equipment: 2cable ties, some electrical tape, flat screwdriver, spoke wrench, big-fkoff-jar-a-coffee and some grease. Oh and good ears are handy too.


Taped the last crossovers of the spokes together, marked the first spoke i worked on, taped the rims together at same position and started drinking coffee.

Loosen off all spokes then start removing each one.
The whole thing plops out after what felt like forever and the same in reverse.


Bring it up to tension (not too high cause it will NOT be true .
Use the cable ties to turn your rear triangle into a truing stand and start truing.
It took ages, probably 5-6hrs including coffee breaks, pondering and disassembly.
This way i couldn’t screw up the lacing šŸ˜€


After the build was ready it was time to promptly leave lovely Plovdiv!

… but a little more on Plovdiv first; the city set to be the cultural capital of the EU in 2019.
Plovdiv is a great town with huge potential, street art everywhere and buskers of all shapes and sizes ready to pluck a string at anyones heart! Bulgaria is also the first country ive been to that thinks a vegetarian is a vegan, brilliant!

I was entrenched in a beautiful flat with a gorgeous cat housemate and the very energetic hosts of, a brilliant English language learning website/blog, an extremely palatable no-nonsense blog utilizing uniquely styled visual aids and a brilliant anarchist-undertone below the surface. Definitely worth checking out if you want to brush up on advanced English


Plovdiv was shockingly quiet at nights and for a city as large as it is, there was a complete lack of big city problems, sure alcohol is cheap enough to safely assume that a lot of people have an alcohol problem but in the solid week I spent there I hadn’t even heard anyone raise their voice! From the balcony of the apartment you could see at least 300 windows and you would rarely see more than 10 with the lights on at night. It was very unusual! The city clearly makes an effort to embrace self expression with quality graffiti covering most school walls and it even has a hipster quarter…

I kept an eye on my wheel to make sure it stays true, but im starting to feel like a nagging parent as its doing fine after a couple hundred kilometers including 40+km off-road and 3 mountains!
The best of these mountains was the one with Buzludzha perching on the top, a gorgeous ominous symbol of the communist era, unfortunately it has been sealed shut as the roof has collapsed and the sneaky-break-in-entrance that i found out about had been reinforced. Regardless it is a beautiful sight to behold, 1400m high with rolling forests surrounding you in all directions!

Finally arriving at the top of the mountain it turned out that Buzludzha had been reinforced shut yet again, there was a cheeky entrance in a not too obvious place where you could get in in the past to behold the massive hall with Lenin and Marx on the walls, when I got there it was completely impossible to get in, the only possible way in I found was through a manhole… but it didn’t look promising to say the least! The view was completely worth the climb anyway!


At first glance it seems like a massive mountain detour, but a slightly rough and very quiet road connects it to the main road towards Veliko Tarnovo (the ancient capital of Bulgaria) definitely referred to as high on the list of places worth visiting! The massive influx of EU money for regional improvements means that there are lots of old main roads left from the communist era that are incredibly quiet and beautiful, but still made with sparing inclines!

Veliko Tarnovo itself was not my kind of town, it had similarities to Dubrovnik, but there seemed to be 5 pubs, 5 cafes, 5 pizza places, 5 sex shops and 5 souvenir shops on EVERY street… it was very much saturated to tacky gifts and everything had a massively inflated price tag. I much preferred Plovdiv, it was just much more real and alive!

Bulgaria is a brilliant place to explore, with every town trying to get themselves on the map with their own niche, there’s always a sweet quirky hype about each town you visit! It’s quite popular with cycle tourists (although I wasn’t really in high season, so I only met 2, in one go) and it’s a rare treat to visit a country renown for it’s natural beauty that does not take it for granted. They seem serious about preserving both their history and beautiful biosphere!

And last but not least, the second component failure of Bulgaria, the humble bipod, which was completely irreparable and a bit of an unnecessary luxury. So it received a fitting burial, around the corner from the best dinosaur fail of Bulgaria that I came across!


And now it’s time to move on. Onto Romania! I will miss the TechnoPolis billboards, like a strange moonlighting gig for tiny robots….

a little bit of research goes a long way, I’ve gathered that buying dried foods is a great way to save money and drastically reduce the amount of weight you carry while still being able to take several days worth of quality nutrition. it takes a tiny bit of organisation (nothing compared to cooking) to make sure your eating better than normal on a tour.
I’ve cut out ’empty carbs’ to maximize my nutritional intake and eliminate bunking.
high protein and high fiber go hand in hand for a happy touring stomach, so i try to focus on a 50/50 mix of pulses and grains (like red split lentil or whatever is cheap locally and buckwheat or bulgur grain. but over eating uncooked bulgur grain can lead to inefficient digestion and strain on your kidneys because of some ant nutrients present, but this is only really problem if you rely on it for a dramatic proportion of you nourishment) topped with loooaaads of tahini and some virgin oil (coconut is awesome if its cheap where your touring).
the energy density of fat and protein is around 7cal/g compared to around 4cal/g for carbs and often enough packing carbs is completely nutrient deficient and will leave you malnourished at the end of a demanding tour.
after my negative experience bombing it through Europe (i lost what little upper body mass i had as it was the primary source of protein for my body… a nasty and completely avoidable situation, ive looked into how much protein is generally a good guideline for not having problems. increasing your intake to a little over1g/kg of body mass is a good way to ensure you have all the intake you need and a bit left over that will be used for energy.
the pulse and grain mix is partly good because of its nutritional value, pulses and these two grains generally are around 10-17g protein/100g, they ae also packed with a number of essential vitamins while both pulses and buckwheat have full amino acid chain profiles.
eating fat this way also conditions your body to burn fat for energy, a handy trick for losing stubborn fat around organs if you have some to spare.
i take two spices with me because of some amazing (and fast acting) properties; ginger and turmeric. turmeric as you know is a natural anti inflammatory and has some powerful antioxidants.

the last extremely difficult sacrifice was not bringing an aeropress with me, all the time spent making coffee is better spent in the saddle, or even better stretching! so i optedfor an insulated flask and teabags! it turns out greentea is actually good for lubricating joints while still giving the caffeine buzz your after! getting your flask filled with hot water is as easy as finding a public toilet! so dont fret, also you can cold steep your greentea and it tastes a little better. winning, all your food and drink prep time can now be spent pedaling (or sleeping more, reading more or whatever you want)!
morning dried fruits are still a good idea as it takes longer to access the energy from fat and protein than carbs. dried fruit is also a good way to supplement nutrients (dried apricot is magic because its a great source of magnesium!

Charity Rides, Europe, Touring

First taste of solo touring, in safe old Europe!


Pretext ramblings::

It’s the beginning of a new chapter in my cycle touring experience, the start of my stumble-filled dabbling in solo cycle-touring! So unfortunately I will not be indulging in the psychological comforts of traveling with a touring buddy.
Surely it’s not all doom and gloom, but the task feels a lot less underwhelming as my self-confidence suddenly erodes to a hollow cavern echoing with an ever-present inaudible wail of dread when nobody is present to confirm its solidity.
After the India and Sri Lanka tour I was determined to do the ride for a cause, it would help me stay focused (and feel a like a little bit less of an undeserving privileged fool on a bike, how selfish really) and hopefully help Animal SOS Sri Lanka get some much needed funds along the way. Luckily that worked out and so a massive thank youĀ to everyone that dug deep in the penny jar to help such a great cause!
JustGiving page::
Some images of the dogs fed by the contributors::
Luckily i came across a touring-buddy while cycling through Stratford that lacks the faculties to refuse any adventure! … Ok, it’s more like a mascot, the little Peppa Pig toy proudly hanging from my handlebar-bag (See Image At Top).
Here we go it’s the end of work-season! A huge thank you to Greenbox events for providing jobs that make this lifestyle possible! An amazing company to work with doing the recycling/clean-up for music festivals across the UK. Look at that field, it’s hard to believe that a week and a half earlier a four day event (Shambala festival) resulted in well over 20tons of rubbish, its a lovely green field again! time for some awkward bbye-hugs and start pedaling across Europe! My destination Budapest!


Keep it vague! That I did, my thinking; best keep it flat…. so follow rivers, that will work! it’s only 1200km in a straight line, can’t be much longer… can it?
Pedal down to Dover, catch the ferry to the Hook of Holland (then a cheeky detour to Amsterdam, naturally), onto the canals until I hit the Rhine and follow that until Frankfurt. Switch to the Maine and follow on into Austria. Once I hit Vienna it’s time to swap to the Danube, this would be the first river that I will follow downstream and it will also get me all the way to Budapest. Too easy!
Of course that is not how it went, the 1200km turned into 2100km as the rivers teased me all the way to Budapest, playfully twirling between the mountains… playful bastards.
rough route vs rougher route

Red line is 1200km…. the river obviously had a different idea, the closer you look the rougher the edges :-/


Relatively small setup, two large panniers on the back, a 20 litre backpack as a trunk bag (for food predominantly) and the trusty handlebar bag! It was also the first tour I’ve embarked on without a stove, to cut down drastically on time spent out-of-saddle during sunlight hours. Downsized the living quarters to the smallest option I could consider (because of weight, strength and size: Vango Banshee 200, lets see how it fairs) and no self-inflating roll matt this time!

The Ride:

This has to be the highest proportion of a tour spent on dedicated cyclepaths. Holland was insane, it felt a bit like it must feel to ride on a motorway. Endless isolated lanes, but the views were lovely and the people were friendly… so many cyclists…
This is the first tour where I was committed to an accommodation budget of precisely zero. Camping in Holland was a breeze and cold food was alright to live off this early in. (It was a bit of a nightmare later on though… soo much bread!!) The only time I had any problems camping (and this REALLY doesn’t register on the oh-fk-oh-fk-oh-fk-meter) was when I chose a lovely disused field to pitch in, only to have a drunk 4×4 driving lovely individual arrive home (his gate was close to me) and start telling me that it was private land. (I made it obvious that I would leave in the morning without a trace, it was dark by now, pretty much pitch black and he could see how it was unreasonable to have me move at this rate only to keep the disused field precisely as it was…. disused.) The miles came effortlessly, the terrain was mostly paved with some dirt tracks and elevation gain wasn’t going to happen in this country. One morning I woke to breakfast and milk brought to me on a tray by a lovely Dutch lady, she felt sorry for me for going through Germany as she believed Germans were not very nice… luckily she was wrong about that.
Germany is where the scenery got a bit more varied, the Rhine is infested with cycle-tourists, especially the ebike-rocking 50+ types. The river had an excellent wide path running along it, sometimes switching sides, always dotted with restaurants, cafes and turnoffs to small towns. Camping was incredibly easy, when it got dark enough I could simply lock-onto any bench along the way and be guaranteed a nice flat spot to pitch-up on. Half of the cafes were cycle touring themed and there were a lot of people cycling along the Rhine, mostly in organised group tours. (Small herds pootling about unloadedĀ from hotel to hotel, it was quite nice to see them out really.)Ā Having stocked up in The Dam it was becoming clear that the coffee+cake theme would dominate the tour!
Here I was completely blown away by some of the small towns with beautiful turrets and castles nestled in mountain sides on the river front. Clearly strategic points of interest when trade relied heavily on the river. As beautiful as it was, at times it felt a bit wasted when there was nobody there to share your observations with. That could be defeated by exploring and camping in ridiculous spots, knowing that breaking camp will be as fast as you make it, so in a sense the freedom is more complete, but there is a tradeoff.
Dusseldorf, Cologne and Frankfurt were my favourite bits of Germany on this route, probably mostly because I was busting out the miles as best as I can while totally neglecting to eat properly. I stuffed my face with coffee and cake all the way. I realised that saving on accommodation like this meant that I could spend that bit more on these luxuries, not realising that my body will inevitably resort to digesting a lot of my upperbody mass to compensate for the poor nutritional value of my diet. I know now how important it is to aim for a minimum of 1g protein for every kg of body mass when touring, especially if your really trying to make a point of getting there fast.
Dusseldorf has some amazing beer and generally a nice vibe, plenty of variety in architecture and big enough to have something going on at all hours, without the crowded dirty feel of a city that’s grown past its prime.
Cologne was lovely, sprawling quite a bit with some lovely oldtown-ee bits but something felt a bit sterile about it, a tad too many posh shops targeted at upper-middle-class tourists.
Frankfurt was great, a massive banking district but plenty of hidden gems and excellent street art, there seemed to be harmless mischievous university students dotted around most nooks. beautiful skyline!
I was definitely trying to get there as fast as possible, shortly after passing Wurzburg; I realised how much longer it would take to get to Budapest, as an entirely unreasonable river-bend took me off course and would continue to do so for a large part of a day in the saddle. My original hope to arrive in a week to Budapest was completely destroyed. My prebooked flight back to the UK started to seem like a premature decision, one that meant the pressure was on to get there ASAP as the longer I take to get there, the shorter I get to spend with family and friends. An important part of each tour is crushing your doubts and worries, they are bound to come up and it’s liberating when you finally shrug-them off, so what? Enjoy the ride! How often are you going to be here doing this? Make the most of the moment!
By the time I had arrived in Austria the ride was starting to take its toll on me, I felt a bit malnourished but a nice shower at my warmshowers host’ place got my spirits up. It’s amazing how well you sleep after an extended period of time cycling, I hadn’t had a shower since Frankfurt at that point, sleeping in the small-ish tent has been fine, i got used to not having a self-inflating mat after the first couple of days, but a sofa was a very welcome change of scenery.
I knew that the distance at this stage was almost negligible but the Danube was massive and would only get bigger the further downstream I got, bridges would beĀ scarcer and scarcer until BudapestĀ and river bends would mean a mile detour each time they happened. Slovakia was around the corner and I would surely be refreshed by a chance to talk in Hungarian for a change, my German is poor and I didn’t feel confident speaking it to native German speakers as they spoke with exotic accents and used vocabulary far beyond my grasp.
but those towers;;;
Since the Rhine I had only encountered one group of cycle-tourists, it was their first time. I was desperate for conversation so I stormed their campsite and chatted with them for an hour as they cooked and ate their food. It was a great little group of 4 with mixed out-doorsy interests and a massively varied setup, from a hybrid bike and a pop-up tent strapped to it to a nice German steel tourer with excellent mountaineering camping gear, I like how you get such a variety of people with a shared passion for freedom and the outdoors. (This was a bitĀ after Wurzburg, before a large national park) The next time I came across anyone was shortly before I crossed the border into Slovakia, a solo cycle tourist heading in the opposite direction was mashing his pedals looking aloof. It was the first time he toured solo as well, he was cycling from Greece to Spain. We compared notes on solo touring and it turns out we came to very similar conclusions:
Solo touring pros:
Much more ground to be covered in the same amount of time, more opportunity to explore exactly what we fancied along the way.
Solo touring cons:
Not as much fun when you have nobody to share the experience with, camping isn’t the same either.
Luckily my make-shift touring buddy helped me stay distracted from the negatives!
I had lost some time procrastinating during the day (a slippery slope indeed) partly because of the tours ‘theme’ as mentioned and partly because I was due a little bit of rest during the day as my legs were starting to seize. So I ended up riding late into the night, I wore a good head torch along with my front light as there was excessive barking and noises around me and I wanted to keep an eye on things. It was beautiful, everywhere I turned my head there were little clusters of silent curious eyes peering back at me, mostly deer and I still haven’t figured out for the life of me what was barking…
At one point a group of deers crossed my path one of them very nearly knocking me off my bike, I spotted them a moment before it happened, but my head torch did blind them on their path crossing mission…. lesson learned: turn your head torch to red-light mode if you have it! It’s still as effective at spotting reflective eyes (as they tend to be for animals active at night) but doesn’t cause any of the animals to go blind for a minute, also doesn’t effect my own vision after adjusting to low light.
Sure enough Slovakia was a leap back in time, signage was bilingual with Slovakian and Hungarian print dominating everything from the corner shop to Casino billboards. This was invigorating and almost (and i mean ALMOST) made me oblivious to the fact that EuroVelo route turned into deep loose gravel for long sections, sometimes suddenly turning into fenced off industrial areas that meant a 500m double-back just to go off-road to get around the quiet industrial hubs. Yeah the route disappeared regularly…. This close to the finish-line it was a bit frustrating. At this rate i was very focused on the finish-line so deviating from the river didn’t even cross my mind. I knew the famous river bends of the Danube were around the corner, which would mark the beginning of Hungary. A place where it was tempting to ride across the hills to try and save on the distance, but honestly it would have been too little and too late. So i stuck to the route.
Getting down to Budapest was a bit of a blurr and on arrival I was confused what to do, who to ring, I could ring anyone, surely nobody would refuse me accommodation when I got here by bike…. but an inner voice was telling me to ring my mum, nobody would appreciate it quite the same, so sure enough I did, a quick picture of the parliament and quick extra 20km at the end of the day to get over and pass out in the old family house. I was flagging hard along the way but it was awesome to finally get there!
Total funds raised for Animal SOS Sri Lanka = 778.59 (inc gift aid)
A huge thank you (again) to everyone that made it possible!
Main conclusions;;
An excellent route with easy terrain and no real challenging climbs! plenty of opportunity to meet fellow cycle-tourist peeps along the way, especially if you are going high-season, I missed that and it mostly happened from mid to late Sept.
Cycle touring alone is fine, a bit lonely at times but that’s just another little challenge to get your head around.
Stoveless camping is fine, there must be a better way to do it though…
I’ll do my best to apply my conclusions for the next tour and try to keep a little more focused from on the blog from here-on!
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Here is a conclusive post, polished by the bias of retrospective contemplation, back in the UK it’s easy to look back and have a flood of positive emotions wash away the sweat, agony, severe bonking and that worrying buildup of salts in every crease of your clothing! Building up the bikes on arrival at Madurai was easiest ever, no unnecessary overpriced accommodation to hide away in, straight up semi-conscious struggling to stay within the ever-disappearing budget.

After a short contemplative wonder in Madurai we decided to go for the longest day in the saddle straight down to the tip of India… in full blown summer, with a constant seasonal headwind to beat the pending monsoon. ive never bonked that hard until then, or since!


That day in the saddle… only 140km, really flat as it was practically coastal, but it destroyed me, I literally crawled into a roadside restaurant shoveling sugar and salt in my face, washing it down with worrying amounts of water. I thought I was dying.

The short exploration of Pondicherry revealed an old Utopian hippy commune go terribly wrong over time. Its as expected, Utopia is a direction, never a reality…. inevitably writhing towards the inevitable corruption by greed. Auroville was a beautiful project, a testament to visions of the community that wanted to create aĀ non-religious center where inner peace is achieved through rigorous meditation and unconditional adoption of socialist ideals.

The rest of the trip was a sweaty blur back up to Chennai, over -through Andhra Pradesh and through Telangana…. Telangana is a new state where everyone is chasing the fictitious new money as ‘migrant’ workers flood the city looking to fill the new jobs.

That place was batshitcrazy…. the worst place id ever been to, I would recommend maintaining a 100+ mike wide birth around it…. here are some images, but I will let someone more qualified explain how terrible this place is. We completely abandonedĀ  seeing the sites for the sake of our sanity and safety.


As we ran out of time approaching the border of Maharashtra, it was time for our last romance with the worlds biggest company The Indian Railways! This time with a little added comfort in the notorious sleeper class!


Oh theĀ luxury, soon it will be variable-temperature taps, drinking water, friends, family, sit-down toiletsĀ with toilet paper, humane temperature, glorious-cold-rain, green grass, clouds, Ā decent coffee, recognizable vegetables, refrigerated products, stable gut-flora….

Yet I know it will be no time till I miss the sunburns and sweet nonsense, the overwhelming sense of being far-far from home and all the unimaginable things I will get used to on tours to come, solving problems beyond my scope of reference and using alien tools; these are the things were wired to do, far removed from the inner city bustle, in a field navigating by celestial bodies, soon enough ill be lost again. I hope.


Belated SriLanka update….

Wow, that was quick… the three months of Sri Lanka are all but up.
time for a quick update on how we have spent our time here on this gorgeous island.

The short of it:

Learned to bodyboard
Learned to Surf
Hours of silent meditation: 100
Days lived on a gorgeous beach continuously: 15
Nights spent indoors with free accommodation: 13
Nights renting a room at local family home: 31
Free tuctuc rides: 3
Paid tuctuc rides: 1
punctures: 0
Cycle tourists met: 4
steps trekked on crumbly stone stairs: 11000
Months volunteering at animal sanctuary: 1
Days stuck in a friendlyĀ small town during floods: 10

The Long of it:

First we built out bikes and ventured out towards Colombo, overwhelmed with the number of people who evidently cycle out of choice as opposed to necessity.
Lycra-clad youth whizzed past on socialism-screaming generic single-speed bikes.
The beach was screaming tropical paradise! So it was time to jump through some bureaucratic hoops…Ā the immigration bureauĀ was a brilliant little place. Like a distopian outpost of bureaucratic redtape in the outskirts of a postapocalyptic city in a PKD novel, it had the most impressive collection of unplacable characters and exotic accents.
ImpressivelyĀ long-winded utterly senseless protocol of off-to-desk-A for a form, fill it in and get clerk to check then, on-to-desk-B to get a stamp, over-to-desc-C with the form, go-back-todeskB for a receipt, it went on, revisiting Desk-A twice more before we had to get a number and plunge into the sweaty tourist infestedĀ waiting area that resembled the campsite of an established festival on a monday.


We set off south, armed to the teeth with the right to remain in the country for an extra 2 months and an unbeatable desire to explore the island paradise we have found ourselves in.
And thenĀ we hit an impenetrable wall of super-heated humidity…. it was insane, seriously. scalding air….

We took our time going south, taking it in as much as possible, sleeping as often on the beach as reasonable, with a healthy dose of jumping in the sea to cool off.

We went to Sri Lanka at the back end of the tourist season, so we had our first taste of pre-monsoon storms when we arrived at a beach, but had not yet set up our camp.It was character building, huddled under a crumpled tarp that we picked up in India the day before we crossed into Sri Lanka.

After practically zero sleep we made our first/last attempt to blag our way into a resort….
We cycled on, tired, hot and realising that this is probably not going to get easier when we hit the more serious tourist spots further south.
As we decided to pack it in for the day and spend most of the afternoon resting on the beach we were approached by an awesome eccentric lady that ran a great little guest house down the road. She was amazed and wanted to help us and ended up giving us full board and lodging for the day! Nice one, that was the second time we got a hotel room and food like that.
Charged up and ready to go we jumped on the saddle the next day and pushed through to Bentota beach, a semi-privatised safe-havenĀ Ā with friendly hotel/resort staff patrolling the area with nothing but patience for us.
We set up camp here (making sure to pack it in for during the day, not to anger any holidaymakers) for just over a fortnight, the staff checked on us regularly and clearly enjoyed the lack of servitude they had to practice with us.

One hotel provided us with all the hot water for tea and coffee we could need, another allowed us to use their wifi and check out their sea turtle conservation project. We fed disabled turtles and released hatchlings at night, it was lovely…

We recharged out batteries, and had a couple of days of body boarding.
It was very relaxing, refreshing and much needed in many respects, the sunsets were beautiful and the afternoons in the Indian ocean were met with childlike glee.

The wifi made it possible to arrange a bit of a plan for the rest of the tour as SriLanka was completely unplanned and it came with its own set of frustrations, as lovely as it is to just cycle in a direction and do as you please, after a while it becomes senseless… and no wind is favorable for the aimless sailor.
So we made plans, and damn good ones! It was time to stop bumming on this beach and time to go volunteering!
We got in contact with Animal SOS Sri Lanka, and headed over to spend a month volunteering fulltime at their Dog and Cat sanctuary near Ahangama, in a village near the southern cost , armed with the worlds vaguest directions and very little communication we set off, empowered by a new sense of purpose and direction.
Damn it was great to have some idea where we are going and why.
as we cycled around the coast we did some excellent cringeworthy touristy bits featuring one of the million funky Mask Museums.

We found ourselves abruptly in Hikkaduwa, surrounded by the biggest concentration of tourists we have seen since applying for the visa extension, inflated prices were hilarious here.
When i approached a typical cyclist icecream vendor about his prices he told me it was 150LKR for one icecream (Ā£1.50) which is insanely overpriced, i walked away with 2 icecreams with an agreed price of 80LKR (40p) for the pair.
This was something you get a lot of in Sri Lanka, it can be frustrating, but insisting on a price your comfortable to pay is essential, because as soon as you start walking away they will agree to it. You just have to time your “i don’t want it that much”-and-walk-away juuuuuust right.
There was a great shop catering for everyone and anyone, stocking a wide array of SriLankanWTF;

Once we got to the dog sanctuary theĀ very helpful staff had gone out of their way to help us find wellĀ priced accomodation, we were lucky enough to get a room in a local familys house for just Ā£1.75 a day, making it possible to stick to our Ā£5 a day budget for the time being.
Our host family was incredibly welcoming and friendly and worked around the languageĀ barrier constantly.

Operating strictly with well water-came with its own frustrations as it was the dry season and water would run out regularly and generally ran brown from the tap.
What needs to be mentioned though is the absolutely gorgeous scenery, the sweet stripped back slow paced life in the village and the start of our Animal SOS Volunteering month, a great time with a lot of Dog Poo, lots of Dog Feedings, and socialising with antisocial dogs (the extremely shy and scared as well as the agressive ones)

We generally had one or two days off a week with the exception of the weekend when we had the passport scare (these days were invariable filled with exploring the area and learning to surf in Midigama)!
Passport scare; Well, the 3 day weekend was filled with backtracking to Hikkaduwa going everywhere we stopped, hunting for Ellie’ missing passport…
It was great, a good excuse to have a good cycle 10 days into our time at the shelter. We got up to Hikkaduwa after a million stops too late to return, so we stayed the night and had a day to ourselves. I decided to cycle into Galle and have a quick look at it::

Galle was lovely, very picturesque, most of it felt like i was pedaling into postcards, and it was incredibly saturated and overpriced… so having taken some pictures I decided to head back and look at some old delapitated government buildings along the way!

After our month with Animal SOS was up it was time to cycle up to Kandy for our Vipassana (a 10 day silent meditation retreat), on our way we met the amazing Raj, an inspiring Sri Lankan cyclist that joined us for part of the way to Kandy.

We were completely recharged after spending some time with Raj who had unique insight into the civil-war/conflict/genocide as he lived in Colombo and remained there regardless of what the regime threw at him.

We arrived at Kandy, but cycled straight through to make a start on our Vipassana.

Nothing could prepare us for what was to follow… and to keep in spirit of it’s wordless nature here are a few images;

We then proceeded to climb Sri Pada possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Here is irrefutable evidence that we were at the top, you cant fake these images!

We were promised a magical transformation at sunrise, it was worth it even if it looked like this;

On the way down the going got tough… we caved and had our first tea break::

Back on the ground we conducted our own little bedside tea tasting and rested up as Ellie’s foot infection slowly healed.


it was great


Temples, Rocks and an ancient festival grounds.

That’s exactly what Hampi is like, well…. except for the over-saturated hippie-ware that’s still on display throughout the bazaar (barely a dot in the sand compared to the extensive markets that sprawled across the area in times past).


What else could you possibly expect from the once thriving epicenter of the party scene for several dynasties (long since fallen). In many ways this place was completely utopian;

From what I’ve gathered it was almost a mini pseudo-state with most of the inhabitants being dancers, military and of course the royalty / nobles and their ‘help’.

It was like a mini SHOWSEC country or a GIANT festival with absolutely countless trader stalls (selling gems/stones/spices/fruit/whathaveyou). The military boasted of being almost a million men strong, while the actual population of Hampi in it’s prime (16th C) was around half a million!


Once on top of the viewing platform it was obviously a well organised festival ground, with wooden stages across the horizon (for the dancers) and underground tunnels for nobles to make private business negotiations away from prying eyes. (Because all trading was open…. except those conducted in a special guild tunnel.)


The party kept going, it would have been sustainable off donations (made for entrance to the festivities as well asĀ temple entrance fees) hundreds of thousands of market stalls (famous for gems and spices) were also a very lucrative market when you own the local land and have access to a great Roman aqueduct. The temples and their statues were masterfully made by stone-carving pilgrims (obviously unpaid). All wooden structures were destroyed during the Kurdish invasion, leaving only the stone structures ie; temples, military structures, market stalls and royal buildings (baths and the sort) everything else was burned to the ground.

It went on for much longer then anyone would have guessed possible, with this society existing for over 3 dynasties.

This festival would have made Glastonbury look like a car-boot-sale.

The party was so damn that the bats are still having a dance-off!


I missed the prime of modern Hampi, as new legislation (in 2009) was passedĀ stating a new minimum distance that every building must be from heritage sites. Most of HampiĀ was demolished and the town is now tiny. Although this would have been devastating for local businesses, it has also made it possible for Hampi to remain the cultural heritage site it deserves to be.


It was and is all beautiful, but very tourist friendly, i have finally learned how to beat Indians at their wifi-password game! (email for solution)

As you can clearly see from the images, lovely place rich history, but look at those boulders!

And so we bouldered to our hearts content !

Bouldering dominated our time at Hampi, such a great opportunity to climb outdoors with such variety of boulders available. It’s an absolute mecha for climbers apparently.

At downtime we started to wash our clothes in the river, single handily the most relaxing monotonous task.

Especially when Lakshmi shows up unexpectedly!

A sad side-note on Lakshmis name, she is named after a four handed goddess, whos four hands ‘represent the four goals of human life considered important to the Hindu way of lifeĀ ā€“ dharma, kāma, artha, and moksha.

Unfortunately her duties prevent her from being able to tackle more than two (dharma and artha)making for a sad elephant. šŸ˜¦ If your interested in what i mean simply read this wiki page as it tells of the elephant keeper positions duties and methods.

She lives in the main temple and blesses tourists and pilgrims for money. Spending most of her time chained to a post with only bath-time constituting any kind of me-time for her. So we did feel quite bad when she was upset about our proximity during her short time window to be herself.

Animal visitors have frequented us regularly, numerous little visitors found their way into our bathrooms (if only just) while in Hampis budget accommodation,some favourites include the regular reptile and awkward dog.

Recharged it was time to move on to Sri Lanka after a little over two weeks spent climbing, reading, resting and exploring a great little town! I’m going to avoid talking about the architecture…. so instead its;

Yet my favourite find in Hampi was this doorway, with the red moon and it’s rabbit inhabitant on it, with the serpents coming for it. We had a local guide doing a crash-course on Hampi…. it was the first time i had heard of YutuĀ (the rabbit on the moon) and a story so utterly bullshit that it required further reading. Rahu (the guy who stole the elixir of immortality, regularly depicted as a serpent) drank it before anything was done, but the alarm was raised and Shiva had arrived to decapitate Rahu before the elixir does its thing, but his head was now immortal and it floated around occasionally swallowing the sun or the moon (the explanation at the time of how eclipses work.


This ridiculous lie was supposed to be explanation forĀ the mesmerising piece above a door designed for elephants. It seemed to me like the kind of story peasants are meant to believe.Ā There’s no way royalty was to buy that crap, and why would they? The alternate storyĀ The Rabbits and the Elephants seemed to be the story that royalty would be reminded of regularly in hopes that it’s morals can help prolong Hampis success.

That story tells exactly of such a hard to swallow lie in the form of tactical lie by the king of rabbits that would help defend the frail and plentiful rabbits from the clumsy thrashing of the workers / elephants. It was great contrast, a pleasant note to finish on as it was time to go.

Time to experience coach class in India rail in an ill-preparedĀ attempt to make it for our flight to Sri Lanka!

To be perfectly honest, except for the toilet, long trains in India on coach class are really nowhere near as bad as people claim. We ended up rocking our rollmatts and racking up some good sleeping on the second train! Just in time to



Back at Vashi (our little district in Mumbai, best location for the job with packaging shops, bike shop (a proper one) a tarpaulin specialist around the corner, to name a few) it was time to crack on again!

Everything turned out just great obviously, we managed to get to our boxes and fill them with bikes before, arriving in beautiful SRI LANKAAA!!!

Now for a bit of rest Ā before we set off tomorrow!

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Almost at Hampi !!

Were now almost 800Km in on our tour of India after some serious medical setbacksĀ that would leave the gnarliest butch bushcraft-guru rocking back and forth in a fetal position all night…. no need to go in too much detail (acid-bum-piss).

So what’s happening?

Were finally out of Maharashtra, which by the way is a Lovely place, don’t get me wrong…. although most plants have thorns that easily go through Schwalbe Marathon Supreme tyres…. yes… they really did…


This was invisible externally, completely swallowed up by the tyre….

Leaving the dry and gorgeous desertesque state behind us, I must admit, i will miss the beautiful fields of windmills, with their sweet and predictably constant low murmur of a hum. their great to fall asleep under, they drown out the Indian 8bit radio noise that comes in extremely invasive waves throughout the night.

We’ve now entered Karnataka a place of many worlds! also the home to our first CLOUD in INDIA, i have a whole new appreciation for clouds now, offering depressingly short-lived relief in the daily smoldering mid-dayĀ India roast-up.


Quick shout-out to all the animals working hard on the roads of Bharat, helping keep the economy up and running!!


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Finally On The Road! To Hampi!

Our intimate relationship with India was off to a shaky start!
The first ten days featured:

  • First Face-Plant; star: Ellie!
  • Spent a night with a previously unknown family in a village
  • Rode a motorbike with 2 other people on
  • Complimentary tuc-tuc ride
  • Had my portrait sketched, very awkward
  • Wanted to give up and move in with mum (for the first time)
  • Wildcamped twice
  • Unlocked crazy streetfood portions, the secret is bike+tiffinbox
  • Crossed the Western Ghats
  • Given up on western toilets
  • Innumerable selfies with strangers

Learning how to make deals in India, anyone who claims to have never been ripped off in India is either still hungry, or completely unaware of the extent of their inherent privilege.

Examples of relative pricing!

  • Bananas R60/Kg. Paid R30/Kg
  • Oranges R50/hKg. Paid R30/hKg
  • Chai most paid R15/cup. least paid R5/2cups.
  • Accomodation, average 40% price negotiable.



And then delhi-belly and other minor inconveniences hit the fan, in a boundless multicoloured all-encompassing goop of disillusioning splutterĀ resulting in a 6 day stay at a Deccan Plateau equivalent of a very questionable roadside motel-for-the-brave.

All doubts, fears, moods and generally retreating into the inner most sanctums of the selfish and completely self-absorbedĀ ego revealed our least impressive of thoughts to us before finallyĀ resurfacingĀ to a closer-to-healthy-stateĀ and getting out of a soul-destroying shack-up on the side of India’s old cross country National Highway 4.

ALL OF THAT BEHIND US, and were happily pedaling towards the bouldering mecha! The birthplace of Hanuman (MonkeyGod) and the remnantsĀ of the heart of a very great fallen civilization of years past. We will meet our first tortured elephant, chained to a post all day for tourists’ entertainment. Not sure how i feel about that, best focus on pedaling for now!

So its all beautiful and at times tormentingly steep India šŸ™‚