Given that I'm planning to more or less cross a continent in my real tour, a ride from Oxford to Lincolnshire to see Grandpa was not overambitious. With northerly headwinds and a detour through Lincoln city the ride up took two days. I was unsuccessful in arranging a WarmShowers stay for the journey up; this presented me with the opportunity to discreetly wild camp in a hidden corner of a farmer's field. Pitching at dusk and leaving by dawn meant I didn't upset anyone. There will be a lot more of that in the year to come I suspect... On the way home the winds eased considerably but I was still grateful for the boost of a tailwind. With the comforts of home acting as a magnet, I managed to return journey of 146 miles in one long day's pedalling.
On sabbatical from teaching, I am cycling the Americas for OXFAM. My journey started in Vancouver, crossing America along the Great Divide Trail, before spending 2.5 months exploring the vast country of Mexico. From there I spent 3 months riding through Central America before tackling the mighty Andes mountain range of South America. I'll fly home from Lima, Peru in June. OXFAM helps many of the poverty-stricken countries I am visiting, please sponsor me! www.justgiving.com/modentour
On sabbatical from teaching, I am cycling the Americas for OXFAM. My journey started in Vancouver, crossing America along the Great Divide Trail, before spending 2.5 months exploring the vast country of Mexico. From there I spent 3 months riding through Central America before tackling the mighty Andes mountain range of South America. I'll fly home from Lima, Peru in June. OXFAM helps many of the poverty-stricken countries I am visiting, please sponsor me! www.justgiving.com/modentour
Sunday 12 June 2016
Practice makes perfect
Given that I'm planning to more or less cross a continent in my real tour, a ride from Oxford to Lincolnshire to see Grandpa was not overambitious. With northerly headwinds and a detour through Lincoln city the ride up took two days. I was unsuccessful in arranging a WarmShowers stay for the journey up; this presented me with the opportunity to discreetly wild camp in a hidden corner of a farmer's field. Pitching at dusk and leaving by dawn meant I didn't upset anyone. There will be a lot more of that in the year to come I suspect... On the way home the winds eased considerably but I was still grateful for the boost of a tailwind. With the comforts of home acting as a magnet, I managed to return journey of 146 miles in one long day's pedalling.