Casablanca is a city of contrast. Extreme wealth sits alongside devastating poverty. I spent almost two weeks here after cycling 4000 miles from the Arctic to Africa.
We had a rest day in Barcelona a few weeks ago. I enjoyed getting lost in the Gothic Quarter, stumbling across the famous Gaudi buildings and eating paella. One of my favourite city’s of the trip.
What feels like months and months ago, which was in fact less than three weeks ago, I had a rest day in Copenhagen. Denmark is the home of Lego and a city designed for bikes so of course we stumbled across a bike made of Lego, I couldn’t resist a sneaky pic. It was also my mums birthday that same day so I treated myself to a lovely piece of cake to help celebrate. Happy Birthday Mum.
After cycling 1200 miles I had my first capital city rest day in Stockholm last Saturday. We headed out on tired legs to see the sights and take some pics.
If you had asked me a few months ago if I would want to wild camp in the pouring rain in a slightly damp, very smelly tent in the garden of a Swedish couple after having cycled 70+ miles then I would have told you that there was no chance of that happening. Yet here I am, just outside a town called Nykoping listening to the rain drops hit the tent a mere foot above my head praying I stay dry tonight. I’ve tucked in to my third cream cheese and salami sandwich of the day and I’m polishing of the bar of chocolate I keep stashed in my handlebar bag. When you arrive at 11pm, knock on a strangers door asking to camp on their lawn in the rain the last thing you worry about is ‘what’s for dinner?’ So the sandwich will have to make do for tonight.
Written on June 17th 2013.
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