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.
Went out for a ride today on my bike. Little old Sussex doesn’t do too badly when it comes to stunning views.
Many of you won’t know this, but when I decided to cycle from the Arctic to Africa I didn’t own a bike. I signed up to a trip that involved cycling 4000 miles and the most cycling I had done was to the local shops and back and the last time I had done that was easily 4 years prior. I certainly had never ridden a bike with drop handle bars and I had never tackled anything remotely challenging on a bike.
Some people said I was naive, some mental, others said I just flat out couldn’t do it. To be honest I thought I was just downright stupid. The whole idea of cycling from the Arctic to Africa just seemed ridiculous. I don’t think my brain could actually comprehend what it meant to cycle that kind of distance in such a short time. Despite all this, I just knew it was something I was meant to do.
Fast forward two and a bit months and I’m back home. I expected to return and never want to see my bike again. I even remember saying before I left that I would most likely sell my bike when I got back. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I would come home and be itching to get straight back on the road. I didn’t even wait a week before going for a ride and I’ve been out four times already since. I’ve been researching local clubs, new routes, national sportive events and I’ve discovered this whole new world of cycling that I never knew existed and I’m loving it.
On Sunday I went out for my first group ride. The Breeze Network is associated with British Cycling and they are dedicated to getting more women out on their bikes. It sounded much more friendly and approachable then turning up to a local club ride and being greeted by 15 men all clad in Lycra waiting to pound the tarmac for 4 hours on a Sunday morning. At least I knew Breeze would go a pace I could handle and that I wouldn’t have to worry about slowing the group down or being left behind.
The distance was much shorter then I’m used to and I’ve found that now I’m riding without any luggage I’m averaging a fast pace. So the ride turned out to be a little easier then I expected but I still had a lovely time meeting other ladies who enjoy getting out on their bikes and its always more fun riding in a group no matter what pace you go. I’ve signed up for the next organised Breeze ride in a few weeks time and I’m already looking forward to it. In the mean time I have to admit I’m tempted to tackle a club ride, just to see how I fair against the boys in Lycra, I might actually do alright.
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.