Tag: #virtualsouvenir

In which the Epic nature of the ride continues on small roads across Hampshire and Berkshire with a stop on The Watercress Line.In a straight line, it is 90 miles from Cosham to Chez Bonkers.  It would be very easy to turn this into a simple, joyless delivery ride, taking quicker straighter roads – a direct route through central London…

In which Sid and Doris make for the seaside and stay in the walled town, again.Is this your first visit to St Malo? No, we have sailed the mighty Eric through the huge lock into the Port de Plaisance. Sid and Doris have cycled away from here on the trip to Bilbao. We are old mingers at St Malo. Leaving…

In which Sid and Doris have a rest day in Rennes and take a boat trip along the Vilaine River.When we set off for Rennes we decided that night we would see if we were in good shape to carry on. We are a bit tired, we are behind with the blog/diary and Rennes has enough to keep us amused,…

In which Sid and Doris make a bit of a meal of a simple day’s ride.The day is essentially riding along the D999 which heads east, through Nimes and on, and on. It will be a theme.  We are pleased to see that the rubbish dump, crem and cemetery are together (all the more fun given they are off the…

In which Sid and Doris maintain their long held dislike of Bari, cross Dog Turd Traverse but later cheer up with spaghetti in a pretty town square. We look out of our (expensively-windowed) cabin to see rain falling and lightning flashing. We cannot hear the thunder. It is still raining as we get off the ferry. Bari in general has…

In which Sid and Doris find the next port and ferry, leaving Greece for Italy.Our last day in Greece starts fabulously well with cyclists’ breakfast of egg, local cream yoghurt, host’s mother’s marmalade, a croque Monsieur, toasts, orange juice, coffee by the pool. Seems a shame to leave. But we do find our way back to the old coast road….

In which Sid and Doris enjoy the English expat life and meet a long distance cyclist at Barry Hoban’s bar Last night there was a terrific storm. The wind thrashed the branches of the trees, big raindrops hammered down. The thunder and lightning was very, very frightening (Galileo, Figaro, magnifico etc). Big noise. To add to the drama the village…

In which, paradoxically, Sid and Doris see a Balkan house and idle by the seaIf you Google for Petra you will probably be shown the Treasury, in Jordan. It is not that one (nor the Blue Peter dog) but has kept us touristically interested this morning. This is so holiday – morning swim, seaside breakfast. The road by the sea…

In which Sid and Doris evade Istanbul traffic with their very own trip to Gallipoli Having discovered how hard it is to cycle into Istanbul we have decided not to cycle out. But our cunning ruse of subscribing to an organised Tour of Gallipoli and Troy meant that at 7am we and the neddies were travelling in fine style in…

In which Sid and Doris go to the Topkapi Palace, after several trips to Istanbul this is apparently their first timeToday were we not sure if we would find some esoteric thing to see, bimble around our neighbourhood here or Do A Sight. On our way down the hill looking for cafes we found the Plaster Board Museum and certainly…