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We recently cycled from Bruges, Belgium to Amsterdam. Extreme headwind, cold weather and rain, but it was a very nice ride. (go figure, eh?). We then flew to Budapest and took a river cruise back to Amsterdam, but that’s a… Continue Reading →
Portugal has a very early and rich history of exploration. One of the first countries to have ships sailing out into the open sea, Portuguese explorers were the first to sail around Africa and circumnavigate the globe. We decided to… Continue Reading →
The first thing I noticed was that the women cut all the lawns and the men drive all the pickups. But actually, a lot of women are driving pickups too. Typical small town Ontario, eh? Working on a fixer-upper entailed… Continue Reading →
Berlin, September, 2019 He sat on the floor of his flat, wondering what went wrong in Denmark. His head felt like there were bombs going off. His wall looked like Lakeshore Boulevard after a parade, with scraps of paper, newspaper… Continue Reading →
I had this feeling that we were being watched. Followed… Stalked It was a beautiful, sunny day on the hiking trail in the forest, but there was also a kind of tension in the air. Electrical storm coming, or was… Continue Reading →
Welcome to part 2 of the Berlin to Copenhagen cycling tour. I suggest you review Part 1 at Somewhere in East Germany. *** He was hiding in the deep forest behind the gasthaus in Neustrelitz, watching the man sitting on… Continue Reading →
I was sitting outside a cafĂ© in Castrojeriz; in the middle of northern, back-country Spain, having a beer and writing in my journal, surrounded by a German woman on my right and an Aussie woman on my left. I remember… Continue Reading →
People were running past us, bumping, pushing; a chaotic spectacle. There was an announcement over the PA system, but it was in German. We had already carried the heavy panniers up the long, steep stairway to the rail platform in… Continue Reading →
The shack was hidden in the deep, dark northern German forest. The full moon cast shadows of the tall, thin spruce trees, standing like Prussian sentries. Inside the shack was as dark as an asylum lock closet, except for the… Continue Reading →
This was the last part of our fabulous Northern European Adventure. A 10 day, 550 km ride, through East Germany and Denmark. No mountains, but hillier than expected, and many deep forests. This was a self-guided trip, but there was… Continue Reading →
… and trying to find our way out of the city of GyĹ‘r and back to the Danube Bikeway on our route to Budapest. This was early morning with nobody around to ask directions. Nobody could speak English here, anyway…. Continue Reading →
Is someone or something out there? or is this just something in my head? Then this ancient clock-tower chimes every hour. No problem for Chantal… she’s wearing earplugs. But that noise again… someone walking up the stairs? We’re alone in… Continue Reading →
We were also under the Tuscan sun, which was up to 35C everyday. We stayed in the town of Lucignano, which is a medieval walled town, originally built in 1391. We were actually staying in a wall, with no view… Continue Reading →
The next leg of our Italian adventure was a 6 day cycling trip from Venice (actually Maestre, which is the mainland part of Venice) to Florence. When I saw this graffiti in Florence, it made me think quite a bit…. Continue Reading →
There are 55,000 people living on the island of Venice, and over 20 million tourists a year, so we were a little overwhelmed. Yes, it was busy, but we found quiet places where you could relax and where the food… Continue Reading →
The second part of our Italian adventure was a cycling trip from Niederdorf, which is about 10 km from the Austrian border, to Maestre, which is by Venice, but on the mainland. The 6 day cycling trip covered 340 km…. Continue Reading →
Or sister? In Rome, for the first part of our Italian adventure, we were walking around the old Roman ruins area close to the coliseum. At one point, we were high up on a lookout point, I started thinking about… Continue Reading →