Bugger Bognor
Bugger Bognor
Down the coast to Genoa…a day of gentle slopes and vehicle-free paths, mostly right next to the sea, often swooping through ancient tunnels, with a dead-railway feel. Pretty, but very much still a working coast, with scattered light industry and roads full of container trucks. Then Genoa itself: massive, sprawling, chaotic, and very much itself. […]
We made a pretty good fist of it in the end! And the leftovers made a great sandwich lunch.
Lovely day today, meandering down through the hills to Savona, very much a hard-working port, serving the factories of Turin and Milan. The bikemap app talked of a mile or so of elevation en route, but we’ve managed worse recently and lived to tell the tale, so we were pretty sanguine about the prospect. In
After the purgatory of the last couple of days we decided to take it easy today and took a route with about 30 some miles and not much more than 800m climbing. After 2km altitude yesterday, a blessed relief. Speaking of blessed, the fantastic weather is holding for the moment. Makes for a sweaty day
An easy day. Shome mishtake shurely Read More »
Jens did warn me the first few days would be the toughest. I hope he’s right, because we’ve only done two and I’m shattered! It is, as if it needs saying, more than worthwhile. https://geriackpackers.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/F436309A-FC6F-45F0-848F-8151AF8BD8F0.mov
Stunning. Just stunning. Read More »
Oh, what a beautiful mornin’Oh, what a beautiful dayI’ve got a beautiful feelin’Everything’s goin’ my way
What a start to Day Two! Read More »
Too tired to post much. Three hours sleep followed by a mad Uber dash after the car refused to start, then the flight, then fifty odd miles of getting through and out of Turin and into the Po valley, and up, and more up, and some down, and then, ah, some more up. And then,
Italy in three days, and my DF (don’t forget) list, compiled along the way in Vietnam earlier this year, just keeps growing… ChargersBattery pack VaselineSim card gizmo2 pairs ear plugsGlasses screwdriverSports leggingsTePe brushesWashing lineSkin on skin clothingIbuprofen, Rennies & plastersCroc clips/pegsBaby bike lightsHandlebars phone holderSink plugPrescription shadesCribbage boardRubber band (mossie killer)Bluetooth speaker lead(Pack in) bin
It was meant to be India. But it turned out some outbreak of inter-governmental handbags had turned the usual month of Indian visa-drudgery into a full on three month nightmare, and we just didn’t have time. The hell with it: we’ll go to Vietnam! Cab from the airport… traffic gridlocked. Half a k in half
What happens in ‘Nam… Read More »
It’s the elephant in the room, of course. For a certain age and mindset, the words ‘Vietnam’ and ‘war’ just go together like a horse & carriage. But not, it would appear, to the Vietnamese. Visiting the Ho Chi Minh City Museum – in effect the national museum – we found it contained almost nothing
(They) don’t talk about the war… Read More »