Gerry Hat-Trick

Stuck here in Shangri-la *sigh*. It’s hell, but someone has to do it. Has its compensations I guess. https://geriackpackers.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/VID_20260224_143302_081.mp4 That looks like fun! Not for us though, just lazing around on this otherwise completely deserted beach. The wind has dropped in recent days, so the sea is clearer, and even less choppy, and with the […]

Virle mentioned that the strap on her helmet was a bit dodgy – had a habit of suddenly coming loose. Insisted it was fine, but it wasn’t fine with me. Long story short, it was noon before we set off down the west coast road. Our place takes a day off food on Mondays, which

…on a lazy, lovely day. Got up, had a yummy if massively overpriced breakfast, then asked our host about bikes. 3,000 for a day; 2,500 per diem for more. Done! We’ll take three days please. Even though the forecast was for pretty much incessant rain, with thunderstorms in the afternoon, our supply of jam is

Really nothing to report, apart from a totally jammy day. For once, nothing went wrong, all connections were made, everything worked out. First off, (and this wasn’t luck), Virle had spotted a booking number for a proper express coach company – air con ‘n everyfink – and it worked! I rang, found myself talking to

The day started off well when the bike that was supposed to be delivered at 8 o’clock turned up at 8 o’clock. Looked fine. Old, but fine. We went to the bird sanctuary to see flamingos, and quite soon we could see flamingos, or at least we thought they were flamingos. It was a bit

…on the Mannar express. Doesn’t really scan, but you can’t have everything. Not much of an express either, though that’s what it calls itself. True, it’s pedal to the metal on the long straight bits, and we fly through the trees at what must be a good 60mph. But in and around the inumerable towns

..and welcome to your day from hell. Well, not hell, I guess. A sink estate on the outskirts of Loughborough perhaps. Had a lazy morning hanging around Delft Village, chatting to other guests, fondling the cat, reading books, then headed off for the ferry. We’d already decided on a venue for our farewell lunch: a

Still on the island. It’s just so chill! Said goodbye after breakfast to our young friend from Belfast, who’s out here digital nomad-stylie, working from two till ten every day, otherwise just enjoying herself. She was on a Zoom meeting last night – we wondered what her clients made of the palm trees and Bob

After the madness of yesterday we decided to make today a chill day. Ish. These things are relative. We love Delft. The island is proper special, with a wildness and a peace and a calming vibe like nowhere else we’ve been. And in truth it actually doesn’t hurt that there really is bugger all to

Day got off a really bad start. Which is to say, it started at 5.30 am. We needed to get up at sparrow fart because there’s only one ferry a day to Delft and it leaves at 8:30 in the morning. Our host had arranged a taxi for us, and we set off into the