Whilst resting at the Danube Delta I read about Eurovelo 6 through Romania and didn’t find it very exciting. Instead we decided to go into the Carpathian mountains and see Bran Castle. In doing so we crossed the mountain range and now have to find our way back to rejoin Eurovelo 6 at the Iron Gates… The route I decided…
When reading about Eurovelo 6 I found that the Romanian section of Eurovelo 6 is often described as “boring”, “arduous” or “repetitive”. So I investigated other options and decided that instead we would meander our way through the Carpathian mountains towards Bran Castle, home of Dracula! We considered catching a train or bus between Tulcea and Braila but the Danube…
The morning we left home was hectic. My brother has been away for 6 weeks and so we only had Saturday to pack up for a 10am departure on Sunday. Luckily you can rely on British trains to be running late and so we managed to catch it with plenty of time to spare. It was then a simple job…
The initial idea of a summer cycling tour began a few years ago but never developed into a full plan. We knew we wanted to do it and that was enough. Then, last Christmas we started to discuss it more and dithered between two ideas: 1. Cycle the Baltic Sea. 2. Head into France and meander south. Idea 1 had…
We entered France at Lille and what felt like the worlds longest continuous highstreet. It went on, and on, and on. We spent so long on it that it started to feel like a timeloop. Every 10 minutes the same tram station would go past, and I would stare at it until I realised that it was ever so slightly…
I was initially excited about cycling through Belgium. I researched the best way home during the Dusseldorf break and found the Flanders Cycle Route. It’s a segment of LF6 that goes from Maastricht to near Dunkirk and so would have carried us nearly all the way back. In reality, it was useless and we ended up going more diagonally towards…
We approached Germany with some apprehension, everyone knows the German reputation for being strict and law-abiding so we thought they probably wouldn’t be so thrilled to find us camped in the corner of a graveyard or on their pristine football pitch. Our worries turned out to be unfounded as we made it across to Dusseldorf without any incomprehensible yelling matches…
Our final day of cycling in Lithuania ended with being interrogated by the Lithuania/Kaliningrad Border Police, so it was only natural that we hopped over the border when the road did pass near it for a few miles. The nearest guard tower was 5 miles away and the Russian side was wild woodland so it was a pretty safe way…
Lithuania was my least favourite of the Baltic States, that isn’t to say that we didn’t have plenty of fun though. We lost equipment and found it again, got waylaid by a super-social German and questioned by the border guard. Our second day in Lithuania was an unusually long one. Leaving the campsite at 9am and cycling until 7pm in…
The first part of the Latvian disaster is that my brother started to feel ill one morning when we were wild camping without water. He was then sick multiple times, I told him to toughen up and we cycled 45 miles until we found another suitable wild camping spot. He spent the rest of the day languishing in bed. On…