Category / Bristol - Milan 2018 / England / Europe / Journey

It was still pouring when we left the hotel room, and the wind had caught up. We took a few tea breaks in pubs to warm our hands on the way to the Dover ferry, and set to leave England behind. I felt melancholic to leave the cute countryside stone cottages, blackberry bushes, cute dog…

It broke down, already. Josh’s rack decided to let us down under pouring rain. I heard ‘Tink! Tink!!’ I didn’t really want to stop, I was already quite wet and was looking forward to finding a nice dry place for the night. Reluctantly, I turned around. ‘What’s up?’‘My Rack broke’‘No??’‘Yeah, the bolt’s gone’ he said…

It was pitch black, and we hadn’t made it to the campsite yet. We’d had this idea to follow a horse path over the hill. It should have taken us directly to a campsite. We had found the entrance to the path hidden at the end of a residential neighbourhood. It looked like a well-defined…

The hard floor against my back, the square table foot right next to my head, the light coming through the blinds, I’m not sure which is preventing me from sleeping. Maybe, it is the strong smell of cheese, and the warmth from the risotto we ate at dinner, still floating in the air, that makes…

My legs refuse to move. My thigh muscles feel like they are trying to grow another muscle on top of the already existing ones. I feel exhausted. I take a step, unnaturally, without really flexing my legs, to avoid the growing pain. I cross the campsite ground in the dark, leaving the shower room to…

I woke up to the sound of a dog sniffing something near my ear. Then, a bark, a very loud one. The sound was coming from way too close to my head to be safe. I jumped at least 10 centimeters off my sleeping pad. Where was I? It all came back to me at…

I bought a second-hand bike, some panniers, and a sleeping bag. We packed our bags and left. Just like this.