Arriving at Rosslare in Ireland, it was already late and getting cold. With all the supplies we got from Lawrence and Marina, we had already feasted during the crossing and now only needed to find a place for the night which we found in a campground just five kilometers down the road. The first days… Continue reading Ireland – part one
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Wales
The morning started with a walk downhill. We had met Reja from Germany the night before. And as we were going in the same direction, we decided to continue together. The road made a huge detour to the next bridge and so we just cut across a field and made use of the vast network… Continue reading Wales
England
After a nice warmshowers experience in Plymouth, we cycled up the Plym valley. It was an excellent ride on a sunny day and we met quite a few cyclists who were keen to recommend the best ale, campsite, route etc. As we were climbing, the temperatures dropped and we steered towards the yha Dartmoor instead… Continue reading England
Bretagne
We arrived in Redon in the afternoon and passed the time, until our host Anne arrived, in the lovely cafe of the train station. Anne works in the tourist office and was so kind to show us around town before we bought the ingredients for dinner. We made some crepes, which we accompanied with apple… Continue reading Bretagne
Paris
Travelling with the train in France turned out to be a pleasure. Even in the TGV one can make a reservation for bicycles and enter the train without having to disassemble anything. We left Bordeaux late in the evening and got to Paris at 11pm. I was worried getting into a big city that late… Continue reading Paris
Velodyssee
From Irun we cycled the last kilometers to the French border and crossed it hardly noticing. After sometime along the coast, the cycle route turns a bit inland and goes through beautiful pine forests and the sea can only sometimes be heard in the distance. We stopped in Biarritz for lunch were from a bench… Continue reading Velodyssee
Vía verde del aceite
This is how most of our days started along the old olive oil railway line. Camping was never hard to find between the millions of olive trees. It seems that the whole world could be supplied from here. We wildcamped most of the time and often had some source of water nearby, that in one… Continue reading Vía verde del aceite
Pueblos blancos
The “pueblos blancos” have their origins from the arabic influence in the region of Andalusia. The name comes from the whitewashed walls of its buildings. Our first stop was Arcos de la frontera where we arrived battered by the rain and crosswinds. On one of the last ascents, I leaned my bike against a roadsign… Continue reading Pueblos blancos
Sevilla
Seville is a lively city and is already buzzing with tourists at this time of the year. The first day we went for a bike ride through the city and stopped at the Plaza de España. The park next to it, Parque María Luisa, was closed for the most part dew to storms that had… Continue reading Sevilla
Crossing into España
We crossed the river Guadiana from Vila Real to Ayamonte and stopped at playa Taray for the night. We still had some ingredients left from the last time we made pizza and decided to give it another go on the camp stove. Although the heat is more difficult to control and it burns more quickly,… Continue reading Crossing into España