november, 30th – december, 23th)
Greece was the last part of Europe we crossed.
Relaxing break at Thermopylae hot springs. Then, we visited Eubee island where Caroline cooked a bream in natural hot water!
We stopped for few days in Athens and lived the genuine greek way of life thanks to our lovely Georges!
Then, we took a ferry to Creta and met Apostolis and his family who hosted us with lot of kindness in Heraklion. Finally, we got Rhodes island, our springboard to Turkey!
Extract of conversation between Caroline and Anthony on Macedonian roads.
« What day is today?
Hum, are you sure? Because shops are closed, I think we are rather Sunday.
Oh yes, I called my mother on friday and it must be two days ago. »
I feel like the trip is starting today. My apprehension is disproportionate compared with everything I felt until this day. We haven’t seen anything yet but we heard so much about it.
It’s a kind of horror movie where we would be hearing from the monster without seing it. For sure, it would be more terrifying. Undrinkable tap water, roads not maintained, unsafe driving, poverty – so, necessary – robbery…
First stress. Lot of questions in my head. Hard to answer all of it.
We are staying in Buljarice waiting for the rain stops. We are moving on very slowly since few days. The storm is threatening more and more. For sure, if it breaks out, our rain equipment won’t be enough efficient. So, because we must go on, we decide to ride those 18 km under light rain. The goal is to cross these mountains that separate us from Albania. Continue reading
45 days on the road, already more than 1/10 of the trip!
After Italy, we crossed a small part of Slovenia, Croatia, a small part of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia again and then Montenegro from where we are writing these words. If weather is nice, we’ll be moving towards Albania, leaving sweet adriatic atmosphere to explore Balkan territories.
During those 45 days, we set the logistics of the trip up : locking bags on the bike, stuffs organization (accessibility of most importants things like rain covers, storage of food…) management of dirty or wet clothes, drawing our route, finding a place to sleep next night. The great news is that we had no mechanical problem except two punctures bot normal for such an intensive use. Our Brompton are staying the course!
In the morning, when we’re finally ready, it’s almost 10 am. I look under the bed, I check that nothing was left plugged and I have a look for the last time in the bathroom. Bikes are unfolded, we fix the backpacks, one strap to the top for stability, one strap at the bottom for accessibility. We put our helmets on and jump on our bikes for this new day. One more time, we are taking the road to this elsewhere.
In the morning, i’m always the first and Caroline, not very far away behind. We follow each other in the noise of the city. We often start the day leaving the city where we slept in. We discover its other side by the light of day.
Well, that’s it. Gone since 10 days and although it was more like vacation, we are truly gone for our 400 day round-the-world trip.
After a first stage in Allevard accompanied by the last irreducibles, we shared the joys of camping off season and one last piece of sausage. The same one which will be missing perhaps in a few months.
In short, a night at the Balladins Albertville, rainy camping at Aigueblanche, Hotel in Aime, then homestay in Bourg Saint Maurice, until then, it was beautiful weather and away from daily mileage goals. We couldn’t claim from a big trip without having a somewhat technical events. Thus, we attacked the climbing of the Petit Saint Bernard pass and its 2,188 m at the start of the 840 m of Bourg Saint Maurice. Because, during the trip, we will also surely have mechanical problems, soaked bread, and wet clothes, few weeks without seeing hot showers and fighting enormous spiders …
With our friends, our relatives and our family to say “see you in 400 days”.
It was so moving to feel the shared pleasure, kindness, generosity, enthusiasm and questioning around this trip. Continue reading
That, too, I remember. I was hanging on a travel forum when I saw this crazy picture of a folding bike with a backpack hanging from the saddle at the top of a mountain pass. I recall that I made myself thinking that there were sacred nutters on earth for do bicycle touring on a Brompton … yet.
We are so proud, Brompton is supporting us!
THE famous english folding bikes brand takes part of the adventure offering us Caroline’s bike (a red P6R, a front bag and many replacement equipment).