This is not a set of some Negative parting shots, after all analog photography has been replaced by digital photography. My wanderings are coming to a close. It’s time, after 6 weeks, to head home to NZ.
Here is a selection of some of my favourite moments.
This was the start of cycling up to Norway, well, it’s more picturesque than Waterloo Station.
Arrival in Denmark, and the weather was actually nice.
Food cooked on the road, somehow always tastes wonderful.
The wonderful paths I cycled in Scandinavia.
This wonderful “sword” at Snartemo in Norway.
The fantastic fjords in Norway.
The joy of cycling along the beach for miles
Okay, so it rained slot.
London’s markets and their wonderful displays. And finally, the same place at Tower bridge, just missing the bike, (now packed) taken over 2,000 kilometres and five weeks later.
“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” — Lin Yutang
I’m sitting in a Railway Station, got a ticket for my destination… Well not quite, I’m sitting in a pub next to the Railway Station with a pint of beer waiting for a train.
England is losing it’s allure as a cycling destination for me. Actually, more specifically South East England. I decided to cycle down to the South Coast and spend some time here… Nice idea – bad reality.
I have come to the conclusion that cycling thru industrial wastelands, endless suburbia and sterile business parks where everyone is tagged and chipped is not my cup of tea. Particularly when navigating the tangled and frayed Gordian knot that is the cycleways near London, perhaps a local might know how to handle them. I did not.
When I eventually out distanced the monotony of suburbia, the Cycleway followed the motorway. Oh, the tranquility, peace and country smells of The road.
I did reach Brighton. Here’s the pier.
Sorry that’s the old one that burnt down, here’s the new one.
For some reason I’ve always had this desire to cycle London to Brighton. Possibly because of the annual event. Well I’ve done it, didn’t enjoy it and won’t do it again.
I have made an interesting discovery. Tiredness and fatigue do affect one’s memory. Gosh, what an observation. The reason I actually noticed is was because as I headed out of Harwich back along cycle route 51, I didn’t recognize much of it, but the further on I went the more I recognized most of the route. This seemed to have a direct correlation to the state of my tiredness when I cycled out from London to Harwich. the closer I got to The Fox Inn, yes I stayed there again, the more I recognized the environment. There were two great differences though between the two rides. (1) I was much fitter and (2) blackberries and plums were ripe.
I’ve found the hedgerows and fields full of wonderful plums, rose hips and blackberries. All of which make excellent reasons to stop, take a break and eat.
While those made for the upside, the downside was, missing some turns and ending up on an A road for some 10 k. That was frightening with giant lorries competing with tour buses to see who could get closer to me at speed.
The other downer was that I cycled thru Tottenham and passed the peaceful protest, that later turned into a full-scale in the evening.
As for the city itself, well, Boris’s Super Cycle Routes are great when they go in your direction, but once again it was the tourists who made it challenging. They seem oblivious of anything and seem to think that the streets are actually sidewalks.
Oh well, time to leave London…..
This was my final day in Denmark, so i will refrain from profound thoughts. First two corrections, (1) Ribe is the oldest city in Denmark – no just one of the oldest and (2) the Inn that stayed in, below, was built in 1600.
I rode up to Esbjerg with my reconciled friend the wind and arrived with some 9 hours to spare before the ferry for England was due to leave. There is only so many times you can visit the same shops, cafes etc, particularly since Rain came to visit me once more time.
I think some people got tired of waiting and decided to try and walk across the North Sea.
At least I was able to get a close look at the back side of the Tour of Denmark. It is an amazing operation required for each team. Saxo-Bank had 1 custom touring bus (for the cyclists etc) 1 full sized truck as a mobile work shop plus 1 smaller one, and I saw four support vehicles loaded with bicycles.
One of the first photos I took in Denmark was of the four men gazing out to sea. I offer one final cheeky photo of them from a side seldom seen in brochures.
While I had been able to watch the Tour de France during the daytime, it wasn’t the same as being there. But there was an unexpected replacement. I had been in the Viking Museum when a cacophony of sound erupted outside. It was the caravan that precedes a race. Soon after the leading break away came thru.
4 minutes later the peleton came thru with Team Sky leading the bunch..
And finally what seemed like dozens of support vehicles.
Then it was over.