Bad bread, German Rennsteig and catching Herentals

My trip started on the 9th of July when I left Dover on a ship to Calais. It is now the 26th and I am once again in Prague, Czech Republic. The fantastic scenery and wonderful hospitality from Belgium and Germany (the country I have spent the most time cycling) to Czech has ensured I have had an extremely enjoyable time, made even better with the inclusion of a cycling partner, Rachel, who unfortunately is departing tomorrow, leaving me once again on my lonesome.



Peace All

Mendip Hills

Had a bloody blur on the lense!

Heading West

Quite counter-productively, I found myself pedalling west, escaping London, sprawling like a spiderweb, towards Bristol. One of the reasons for visiting the western capital again was to say goodbye to the Parsons, the other to visit SJSC, the old bike shop for the last time. The same stunning scenery greeted me, a literal breath of fresh air after the closed-in feeling of London, like coming out of a grey dungeon into fresh summer freedom.

I met a companion on the second day of the trail following the towpaths west, a man travelling by bicycle to his friends birthday in Bristol. Camping is naturally more enjoyable with two, I handed over the book I had recently finished and he did the same, giving me the classic "As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" by Laurie Lee. Quickly finished, it was tale that did not help alleviate my wanderlust.