• The World on Two Wheels
Haz – Tem 2014

2014 Scandinavia and UK

In 2014 I took a group of 23 cyclists to ride in Finland and Sweden. I then took a smaller of 10 to complete the famous Coast to Coast ride across England. The original journal of this ride was lost some years ago, but some details were saved. Okumaya devam et
  • Reaching the East Coast

    7 Temmuz 2014, İngiltere ⋅ 🌧 17 °C

    Today we completed the final 21 km of the ride from Coast to Coast. It was easy riding, largely downhill for much of the way. It was a great way to celebrate the hard riding we had done over the first four days.

    Tomorrow marks the official end of this cycling adventure. I will be travelling to London with Paul Coutts. We will be spending a few days there, before catching the Eurostar to Paris. What a marvelous place to complete another amazing trip.
    Okumaya devam et

  • On the Train to London

    8 Temmuz 2014, İngiltere ⋅ 🌧 15 °C

    Yesterday we finished our ride across the UK. The final tally for the group was zero punctures, zero crashes and zero breakdowns. We even had great weather for almost the entire ride, with only a couple of hours of drizzle near Keswick. The last couple of days in particular were some of the most enjoyable riding I have done anywhere in the world as we followed a beautiful bike path all the way from Stanmore to the Sunderland coast.

    After a final dinner last night to celebrate our achievement our group has now dispersed. Paul, Rick and I are currently on the Grand Central Railway from Sunderland to London. We have lashed out on First Class tickets and are enjoying life in the lavish lane as we watch the English countryside flash by outside the windows. The only thing to disturb the peace and quiet is a lady who has not stopped talking for the past 90 minutes - certainly a feat of epic proportions. Perhaps her tongue will soon seize up and we might get some welcome respite.

    This afternoon we arrive in London where we will be spending four days (with no bikes) before heading under the Channel to Paris. After a few days there we fly back to Helsinki, then to Hong Kong and finally back to Melbourne. Another amazing adventure to savour for a long time.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Time in London

    10 Temmuz 2014, İngiltere ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Not so long ago we had 24 Ghostriders in Europe, now after the end of our Scandinavia and UK rides, there are only two of us left. On Tuesday Paul, Rick and I caught the train from Sunderland to London. Since it was near the end of our trip we decided to lash out and upgrade to a first class ticket. At least that guaranteed us nice comfortable seats and a cup of tea and biscuits along the way. Unfortunately it did not ensure quietness as there was a lady in the carriage who seemed determined to share her entire life story with everyone else in the carriage. This epic (but incredibly boring) epic lasted virtually the entire 4 hour journey to London. It would have been bad enough if she had been blessed with a nice speaking voice, but to make matters even worse, she must have had Minnie Mouse as her voice teacher. For the first hour or so I thought I was the only one who was being annoyed by her non stop babble, but it became evident that she was an embarrassment to the locals as well. On our arrival in London quite a few raised eyebrows and timid smiles clearly indicated that there were many others who also wished our talkative companion could have travelled on another train.

    Paul and I bade farewell to Rick and then made our way by taxi to our hotel near Hyde Park. I had stayed in this area before and remembered it as a lovely region of stately homes in easy walking distance to Hyde and Kensington Parks and with two Metro Stations close at hand. The first glimpse of the Hyde Park Hotel was certainly quite impressive. With its lovely white exterior and polished brass name plate I thought they we would be in for a first class experience that belied its budget price. When the receptionist directed us to the basement my hopes started to evaporate, and when we were shown to our diminutive room I was once again reminded of the old adage that you get what you pay for. Fortunately the sheets were clean and the TV worked. So what if you had to come outside in the hallway if you wanted enough room to blow your nose ?

    Paul and I spent the remainder of the day wandering Hyde Park and marvelling at the row of impressive embassies along the park border. The one that was easily the most imposing was the Russian Embassy. I guess that is where Putin stays when he wants a holiday in the UK. Even the poverty stricken tiny nation of Nepal had an impressive mansion as its London home leaving me wondering why on earth such a little nation needed such a big presence here.

    The following morning in London dawned bright and clear and Paul and I decided to walk through Hyde Park to James’ Park and see what the Queen was doing in her big palace. We arrived just in time for the changing of the guard and were entertained by the rows of brightly uniformed soldiers marching and then standing still (but mostly standing still). It looked like half of Europe had also turned up to watch the spectacle so we did not stay long and continued our walk to Westminster Abbey and the Thames. That is where I left to have a look at Winston Churchill’s underground war headquarters. This is certainly worth a visit for anyone interested in the Second World War and Churchill in particular.
    I spent some time examining the hundreds of exhibits, including an example of the famous German Enigma Encoding machine. One of the exhibits was a vintage typewriter and I was bemused to see a row of curious children lined up to see how this amazing piece of technology actually worked. They could not wait to type away and see the letters immediately appear on the paper ! Perhaps technology has turned the full circle after all.

    Back outside in the air again I could see that the crowds were building everywhere around London. I guess this is the peak of the tourist season after all and made me appreciate all the more, the time we had spent on the quiet back roads of Finland, Sweden and The UK. Roads where we never saw another person and we could just enjoy the peace and quiet. I guess I will never be just another passenger on a tourist bus being whizzed around on the “all of Europe in 8 days” bus tour. I was very glad to escape the crowds and make my way back to the peace and quiet of the Hyde Park gardens. I took the time to talk to a few of the friendly grey squirrels that were happily playing under the trees, before walking back to the confines of my cell at the hotel.

    It was a nice feeling knowing that, after all the complex arrangements for our series of European ride, in the final analysis, all had actually gone according to plan. No one had been injured, we managed to find our way to our hotel each night and everyone had become a little fitter due to the daily exertion. I will be able to return to Australia with yet another store of wonderful memories and even more convinced of the value of touring by bicycle.

    Next year we will be back in Europe to complete rides in Italy and France. It is already evident that we will actually be taking two groups to France because of the number of applicants. It is still not too late to be a part of these trips but you will need to move quickly.

    Unfortunately the images from this part of the trip have been lost.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Last Day in London

    12 Temmuz 2014, İngiltere ⋅ 🌧 21 °C

    Hyde Park, London

    As this was to be our final full day in London, Paul and I decided to just wander the streets and see what we found. We began by walking across the now familiar Kensington and Hyde Parks towards the palace. Since we now felt that we were on first name terms with her majesty, we would not have been surprised if she had invited us in for tea and scones. In spite of our expectations, there was no sign of the Queen but we did see some of her coachmen out road testing a new carriage with about 8 well groomed horses. I guessed that, if the horses are not run regularly, they will have trouble starting them when the next ceremonial occasion demands a full equine display.

    We watched the horses disappear into the Queen’s front yard and then continued on our way towards Piccadilly Circus. Of course anyone looking for a “circus” at Piccadilly would be sadly mistaken. The name has nothing to do with a circus in the Barnum and Baileys tradition, but simply means a central point where a number of roads meet together. There are a number of these “circuses” throughout London, each one has become a popular meeting point for wandering tourists and a staging point for the dozens of “hop on hop off” tourist buses.

    Our journey towards Piccadilly Circus took us along the famous Piccadilly Street and past such establishments as the Ritz Hotel. This street is also home to a large number of fancy outlets selling unpriced goods to the wealthy. We stepped inside a couple of these but our appearance in shorts and Tshirts probably quickly gave the well dressed attendants little optimism there we were there to buy anything. These shops reek of the smell of polished veneer, leather, Harris Tweed and old money. It is here you can come to buy a 200 pound shaving brush, a pair of 700 pound shoes or even a 61,000 pound watch!

    As I looked around at the array of pompous items I could not help but think that they were just as tacky as the gaudy collections of “I Love London” T shirts and plastic models of the Tower of London that you find in the numerous souvenir shops. When it was all said and done, it was all just stuff. I suspect that both types of stuff were equally unnecessary and I suspect that the eager tourists buying the cheap souvenirs would probably get just as much enjoyment as the foppish snobs buying the leather hunting boots. It made me sad to think that some people actually measured their personal value by how much they spent on clothes and accessories. At least the cheap crappy souvenirs did not even pretend to increase the status of their purchasers.

    I wandered along Piccadilly and the adjacent streets, paid a visit to the Ripleys Believe it or Not Museum and then decided that it was time to move on. Although there are plenty of other tourist sights in London, I had lost my appetite for jostling with crowds of other visitors, flag toting tour guides and hordes of shouting schoolchildren. It was time to retreat to the relative solitude of the parks and spend time watching the squirrels and pigeons instead. Although they didn’t have a penny or a pound to their names they seemed to enjoy a very happy existence regardless.

    Early tomorrow Paul and I will catch the Eurostar to Paris for the next leg of our adventure.

    Sorry no pictures remain
    Okumaya devam et

  • Robbed in Paris

    13 Temmuz 2014, Fransa ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Paul and I had always planned to finish our trip with a few days in London, followed by a few days in Paris. What better way to relax after the riding we had both done over the previous few weeks ?

    Although our time in London all went according to plan, things did not start so smoothly in Paris. After our 3 hour trip on the Eurostar Train from London, we emerged at the Gare du Nord, and looked for a metro link to get us to our hotel. It would have been simple if we had not both been dragging all our luggage with us and were not both tired. We were ripe victims to be robbed. And that is exactly what happened.

    When a metro appeared before our eyes, it seemed like too good an opportunity to miss. We dragged our cases and jumped in the open door. Our entry had not gone unnoticed by a group of young gypsies who were loitering in the train doorway. We pushed through the crowd and staggered to the first two available seats. I suppose I should have been worried when the young gypsies all jumped out the door, just before the train left the platform.

    It was only when I took the time to check the contents of my pockets, that I realised that my mobile phone was no longer there. In my haste to get on the train, I had stupidly left the phone vulnerable in my jacket pocket - a fatal mistake. My phone was obviously now in the hands of an opportunistic thief.

    I should have been angry, and I was - but mostly with myself for making such a rookie mistake. If only I had taken a couple of minutes to secure my personal items, it would not have happened. There was nothing I could do about in now, and I certainly was not going to let the incident spoil my time in Paris.

    Our four days in Paris coincided with the famous July 14th Bastille Day Celebrations and it was wonderful to see the residents of Paris in such a party mood. I would love to have some images of our time there, but unfortunately they were all lost in a hard drive failure. C'est la Vie, I guess.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Gezinin sonu
    18 Temmuz 2014