I went on a Flight Free holiday and ended up being a sleepy mess, left my bag on a train, had the laptop stolen out of it, but a bunch of strangers conspired to get it back to me against all odds.
January and February is the peak travel time for Northern Hemisphere dwellers trying to get south for the winter. If you’re in America, you might consider a week in Miami, Puerto Rico, or the Caribbean, and if you’re in Europe you might be tempted by the budget flights
Ferries have been a crucial part of my European touring adventures this year, and it wasn't just me boat-packing around. Every ferry I got to was fully of bike packers, we'd share stories, and trade tubes for zip-ties. The ease of cycling to a port, riding up the ramp, and
Various questionable decisions had lead to me being in the Balkans in July. It had been hot as hell in June, and the first half of July wasn't better. Multiple heatwaves came through, my sealant kept drying out, and I was getting heat exhaustion every day. By the last week
Bosnia was wild. It was first wild camp since the Slovakian mosquito/bivy failure, and it was the most remote, spidery, beautiful, broken, and ridiculous part of the trip so far. I entered the north east of Bosnia, coming from Novi Sad, Serbia. The first stop was Bijeljina for a
Since the madness in Slovakia I've gone a bit quiet on the place-based blogging. I've moaned about how bad the Garmin Vector 3 pedals are, rewritten my Touring Tubeless article, and talked a lot about reforestation. Let's talk about Austria, Slovenia, and Hungary. Austria Vienna is stunning. I got in
I've not felt this at home in any country. Czech Republic, to me, feels just like being in the west country (South West, UK). Hello is "ahoy", cider is "cider" (and it's popular), and there are tractors everywhere, parked in peoples driveways and on all the roads. The whole way