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The Transcontinental

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Earlier this week I received the news that I have a place in the Transcontinental Race. It is a 4,000+ km unsupported race across Europe, this year from Geraadsbergen in Belgium to Meteora in Greece. One of the hardest cycle races of its kind, what makes it unique is there are very few rules and you devise your own route – ideally the fastest way from start to finish. You are tracked online by means of a spot tracker and the ‘dot watchers’ will be looking for any infringements, such as riding on forbidden roads or through tunnels deemed unsafe by the organisers. As it’s unsupported, this means absolutely no outside assistance and you choose your own level of comfort. Those aiming for a top spot will typically cycle in excess of 300 km’s everyday, sleeping by the roadside or occasionally booking a few hours in a motel. It’s not a race for the weak or faint hearted, that’s for sure.

Meteora Monasteries, Greece

Meteora Monasteries, Greece

For me, it’s the perfect event as it fits my personal strengths and gives me a shot at doing something pretty special. This is what I’ve been training for: the ultra endurance rides and long sleepless nights were just preparation and I haven’t even begun to get specific yet. I’m not looking to be just another finisher (which trust me is a major challenge in itself) but to be in the mix at the finish.

Over the years I’ve raised many thousands of pounds for various charities, many of them cycling based. Along with my late wife I even organised a huge cycle sportive in the UK to raise funds for cancer charities, cycled Lands End to John O’Groats (1,000 miles) in 5 days (raising £200,000) and Leeds-Paris-Leeds (970 miles) in 4 days. Only recently I cycled 1,620 km’s in 52 hours 37 minutes to take the Zwift distance record and raise funds for the dZi Foundation and a few weeks ago in the World Bicycle Relief (WBR) 24 hour challenge I claimed the highest mileage by cycling 731 km’s and raising enough to send two buffalo bikes to Africa.

I want to continue fundraising for WBR in 2017 and this (and others planned) is a great event to seek sponsorship for, not least of all because of my background story (please see the About Me page) and the media interest this will create. However I need some personal help to do this. In the past I’ve not needed to worry about putting my hand in my own pocket and paying my own expenses, but that has all changed now. I simply can no longer afford to take funds from our very meagre budget to pay for my fundraising challenges. The cost of taking part in the Zwift distance record in Utrecht was one half of our yearly holiday budget and is not something I can repeat. A few people have offered help in the past and I asked them to wait until I really needed it; well now I’m asking.

In order to take part I need to buy specific kit, as while I do own some of what is needed, there is much I don’t yet have. I’d hoped my fundraising exploits this last year would raise the necessary sponsorship and support, but apart from a few items this has not been the case. I’ll list the items below. You can support me in one of two ways:

  1. Offer to pay for a specific piece of kit.
  2. Make a general donation.

I will also say I’m doing my very best to help myself and have even taken on a evening office cleaning job to help towards the costs, but it will not be enough. I’m a dab hand at web design and particularly with WordPress, so would happily help out any supporters if you needed a website or blog as a way of giving something in return. Please understand I’m not looking for free handouts. I’m simply wanting to give myself the very best chance of finishing in the top 10 or better of this event, raising significant sponsorship for WBR and then going on to do the same in other events. If you know of anyone or any organisation who might be prepared to give me help and personal sponsorship please put them in touch, I think I would be very good value in promoting any brand.

If you’d like to discuss anything with me, I can provide my mobile number or we can arrange a Skype call. I’d also be very grateful if you could share this page amongst your friends. Thank you.

Essential kit needed

A decent bike. Erik from Merida Benelux is looking at doing me a deal on a disc brake specific bike (my existing bike is truly not up to the job) but I will still need to find around €1,000.

Apidura Frame Pack
Apidura Seat Pack
Rechargeable USB front light
Rechargeable USB rear light
Backup GPS (a second hand Garmin Etrex would be perfect)
Anker USB Powerbank 20100
Anker USB charger 2 port
Rab Survival Zone Bivi
Rab Sleeping Bag Liner
Klymit Inertia X Lite Pad

Other kit I’d like to take

Giro Synthe Helmet
Gore One Active Jacket
Gore Element Over Shorts
Gore Winstopper Gloves
Gore Toe Warmers
Merino Wool Arm Warmers
Merino Wool Leg Warmers
Merino Wool Socks
Abus Combiloop Lock

In US Dollars $

In Euros €

In Pounds Sterling £

Please Note:
All donations and help will be accounted for and in the unlikely event someone steps in to sponsor me, extra monies raised will be donated to WBR.

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Saturday, January 21, 2017 at 2:41 pm

Thanks for sharing this site it was very informative and helpful.

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Fun and Fundraising

Thursday, November 10, 2016


Last Sunday I took part in another challenge on Zwift, the Z-Wheeler 100 mission. The idea was to ride a metric century (100 km/ 62 miles) on a Z-Wheeler to help Zwift load up BOB (Zwift’s Big Orange Bus) and deliver 100 big wheels to the Spark of Love Toy Drive. The Spark of Love Toy Drive Fund was created to provide toys or sports equipment for disadvantaged children during the holiday season and since its inception, Spark of Love has collected more than 9 million toys for children. This year Zwift is donating 100 big wheels to help celebrate their 24th year and reach their goal to collect more than 450,000 toys.


Seemed like just the kind of challenge I’d enjoy, but I also decided to add a bit of extra spice to it by involving more people from the Zwift community. My idea was to combine it with my regular Zwift Sunday ride, which I lead in the mornings. It’s usually an imperial 100 (161km) but I decided to shorten it to a metric century to give everyone a chance to finish the challenge. It worked really well, as riders first had to select the Z-Wheeler challenge on screen and then join my ride, meaning they would keep the funny looking trike bike for the whole 100km ride. 60 riders signed on to do the challenge, so it was well worth the effort and many finished as a group, while myself and a select smaller group raced an extra 4km to the finish banner.

2016-11-06_1028014Group riding on Zwift is really pretty good fun if you get a nice bunch who are prepared to work with and help you as a leader. This was the case here, as often I’d ask the group to slow up to allow riders ‘off the back’ to rejoin and even went and collected a few myself. It’s pretty rewarding when you see riders struggling 30 seconds behind and can get them back in the bunch. What many new riders don’t realise is the huge difference the draft makes, as being in the middle of the group can save you so much energy and your speed can be as much as 7 or 8 kph faster than if you were solo. We finished the ride at an average speed of 39 kph, which without riding as a group would not have been possible for many.

After the ride, my post ride smoothie and a shower, I got to thinking more about fundraising wbr-logo-hi-res-xand why I do it. I’m always setting myself goals or challenges and it just seems so natural to include helping various charities. In December (Saturday 3rd) Zwift will once again host the WBR (World Bicycle Relief) event, of which this year I will not only take part, but have
something pretty special planned for it. But what about my other fundraising?

tabrlogoAs a member of Team dZi I’m committed to helping raise funds for the dZi Foundation, which was the charity I rode for during my Zwift Distance Record ride. However as we go into the New Year, I want to help other charities too and the outdoor rides I have planned will be an excellent opportunity to do this, if they happen.

The social media and followers of what I call the big two, The TransAmerica Bike Race and the TransContinental Bike Race is immense and exposure is guaranteed if you are capable of doing well in them. Therefore I think I should decide to choose my charities wisely if I’m actually offered a place as the fundraising could be very significant. So I’ve decided to ask you, my followers to get an idea of which way I should go. I’ve set up a poll of my favourite charities, but with the option of the user creating new ones if the one you like isn’t in the list. Please take the time to vote as this will help me enormously with my future fundraising. Thanks.

Note: here are the websites of the different charities so you can check them out.

The dZi Foundation
WBR (World Bicycle Relief)
Worldwide Cancer Research
MIND (The Mental Health charity)
Tearfund (Christian Aid charity)


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What’s Next?

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Again it’s been a while since my last post, so there is lot’s of news to catch up on. The (cycle) challenges I spoke of in my last blog have been and gone, with mixed results. I’ll get back to them in a while, along with telling you all what’s in my future plans…but let’s just say there is now something new, something huge, so don’t go away and if you’re not interested in the family stuff, skip down past this next section.

Being a full time daddy is exhausting, even more so now that Natascha is toddling around and so quick that she can actually run. What is very apparent to both me and Hilke is we have an extremely active daughter, who wants to get into everything and climbs at every opportunity. Just watching her climb the slide (unaided) at the local playing ground and it’s hard to believe she is only just over a year old.


To say she is a handful is a gross understatement! This however fits perfectly into our lifestyle as we ourselves are very activity minded, we walk or cycle everywhere (having no other means of transport) and so it’s no surprise we chose to have our first weekend camping trip with Natascha pretty early on to test out how she would cope with travelling in the Burley trailer for extended periods and sleeping outdoors. We were amazed with how well it went.

Hilke with the burley, my Bob trailer in the background.

Hilke with the Burley, my BoB trailer in the background.

I’ve not had much experience of cycling with a trailer so the BoB was a bit of a handful too, but this is how we would gear up for the trip to Norway a few weeks later. It was to be our annual holiday and my entry into the 543 kilometre Styrkeprøven race.
We were fortunate enough to be sharing part of the trip with two friends from my cycling club, Herwig and Diana. The plan was to drive to Hirtshals in Denmark then take the overnight ferry to Bergen, Norway. From there we had set ourselves the target of cycling to Otta (a distance of 524 km’s) over a couple of pretty big passes (including the highest pass in Northern Europe!) and then taking the train to Trondheim, where my race started from. It was tougher than we had both expected, mostly because we had no idea how we would cope with the trailers and Natascha. Now I’m built for climbing hills, but Hilke, well the nearest thing she sees to them is the bridge over the canals here in the Netherlands. To say I’m proud of her is an understatement, because although she got annoyed at me taking pictures of her suffering, she never gave up.


On one of the flat bits in Norway!

We both loved Norway, however what was not so good was combining the competition (Styrkeproven) with our annual holiday. It was just too much pressure, we both agreed it would have been much nicer to spend more time at our destinations instead of having to quickly pass through. It’s definitely a mistake we will not repeat. As for the competition, well I have mixed feelings with the final result. I finished in a very credible 21 hours for the 543km route, but it could have been better. I broke some of my own rules (in a nutshell – I didn’t ride solo as I should have) so I can take away from this race a sense of satisfaction that improvements can be gained.

Being who I am, coming back from holiday left me wondering what to do next challenge wise. I’m really lucky in that respect, as Hilke more than understands this need I have to always be challenging myself, pushing my limits. It’s just as well and something again I’m really grateful for – her unfailing support for my endeavors. I had in the back of my mind an idea to try and break the Zwift indoor mileage record, set at 1,000 miles (1,602km) last December by RAAM cyclist Ray Brown, but this really would be quite an undertaking.

All this was going on about the time I was also looking at being more active as a ride leader on Zwift. It’s a great training tool, but more importantly for me, a great international community with riders from all over the world. I was approached by one of the biggest outfits in terms of putting on rides, Team dZi and after a lengthy conversation with one of the senior members (Hugo) I was asked to join. It just seemed to fit nicely with my aim of taking part in more community rides online, but they were also a team that rode in real life too and looking into the dZi Foundation behind the team, I was really impressed with the work they do. Rather than write about it here, I’d ask you to take a look at their website Here.


Leading a group ride in the ‘Virtual world’ of Zwift.

You can never know how a simple conversation can turn things upside down, so mentioning to Hugo that I was thinking seriously at having a go at riding indoors for 72 hours I never in my wildest dreams expected what happened next. Before I knew it, instead of a low-key do at home challenge (or at the local sports centre – something I was also going to look into) I was going to be on a podium, in the entrance of one of the biggest bike shows here in the Netherlands, BikeMotion Benelux. Not only that, but now sponsored to break the Zwift record by a handful of companies, most notably Wahoo Fitness and their distributor, DeDigitaleSporter. This was a huge upgrade and a little bit scary, now I had no choice but to perform.

Time to put another of my plans (sitting in the back of my head) into action, the building of a specific website to assist me with my dreams of taking part next season in some of the biggest Ultra Cycling events. This seemed like the perfect platform to launch my bid for sponsorship. Surely no-one in the industry could ignore I was a ‘serious’ cyclist if I broke the record and cycled 1,000 miles non-stop? I mean, no one has even attempted it. Hmm… maybe I’m just a madman.

The website came online and I’m quickly trying to put everything together, running around collecting kit, cycling to a meeting with my sponsors (a round trip of 500 km’s) and chasing others to help. All this and I still had to get in a BIG indoor ride to show people I was serious about this. So I did. I managed 775km in 24 hours and had I not fallen asleep for an hour it could have been 800+. This was well above the pace required, so a pretty good effort and I hope, a way to ease any nervousness by my sponsors.


With a little under two weeks to go to the event, it’s all hands on deck, while also fitting in my parenting duties. Not easy, but then again I thrive under pressure. I hope if things go well this is just the beginning of challenges we use for fundraising, the next will be World Bicycle Relief in December, where after failing to complete the distance last year due to saddle sores (something I’m now well on top of) I expect to finish in first place.

Please take the time to have a look at my new website and consider helping with my fundraising effort. You can also catch up on all of this by following the links in the post above, or here’s a list of them all:

My New Website

My Fundraising Page for dZi – Justgiving

My main sponsors – DeDigitaleSporter and Wahoo Fitness

The Bike Show in Utrecht – BikeMotion Benelux.

The dZi Foundation – dZi Foundation

Indoor Cycling Platform, Zwift – Zwift

World Bicycle Relief – WBR


More soon…

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A new challenge

Friday, November 27, 2015

Well it’s been a while since I last updated this blog, but being a full time daddy doesn’t give me enough free time. Here’s the thing, I’ll bet there are loads of guys out there just like me, who see their partners, wives or girlfriends looking after a new baby and never really appreciate just how hard it is. Hilke has now returned to work and I’m home alone with Natascha, and I can honestly say it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My love and appreciation for this fantastic mum is overwhelming, I realise now how difficult it must be when I take off on my longer cycling rides. Oh and here’s a tip for other new dads – even at 12 weeks, Tom and Jerry keeps the little ones occupied!

Watching Tom and Jerry together!

Watching Tom and Jerry together!

Talking of cycling trips (well that’s what this blog is all about, right?) I’ve been getting in long rides out on the road before the weather turns too nasty. A weekend away for a church meeting in Utrecht saw me cycling down, a trip of 199 kilometres against a very stiff headwind with rain thrown in for good measure. It took me almost 9 hours, which given the conditions I was pretty pleased with. What wasn’t so smart was that I’d chosen to do it on my road bike, carrying a heavy rucksack on my back. A bad choice and one I’d pay for on the return journey as the pulled muscle in my lower back saw me calling it a day after 32 very pain km’s and climbing onboard a train. It had been a good weekend though and in total I’d managed 290 km’s after calling in on my now extended family in Haarlem. The importance of friends/family for a cyclist is no more apparent than when you turn up soaked through to the skin for a hot shower and warm meal!

It was a few days later when I got out for another ride, having given the pain in my back a chance to subside and sensibly (for me!) I only did a couple of hours. Almost two weeks later and I was back doing a century ride, but it’s getting much harder out there on the road as now it’s not just the wind, but the cold and rain. Time to consider riding indoors, something I haven’t done in many years. Looking around for a (cheapish) turbo trainer I came across a relatively new phenomenon hitting the web, an online cycling game and much more importantly, an online training tool called Zwift. On to YouTube and people are going crazy over it, so I signed up for the free trial to take a look myself. I was hooked. Here’s a link to a good video about it:

So now all I needed was a trainer, the relevant dongle and a speed sensor. Took a while trying to acquire all the relevant kit on a budget, but later today (Friday 27th November) I’ll be doing my first proper ride on it. Of course it won’t just be another turbo training session as I’m in training for something a little bit special, both in the ‘real’ world and of course, now in my new ‘virtual’ world.

Next June will see me taking part in one of Europe’s oldest and best known cycling events, the Styrkepröven, which celebrates its 50th Edition in 2016. A non-stop ride of 540 km’s from Trondheim to Oslo, it is known throughout cycling as one of the most prestigious races on the Cyclosportive circuit. Just my cup of tea!
If you’d like to join me and some of my team mates from here in the Netherlands, details can be found here > Styrkeproven

In preparation I have even more daft ideas. Some of you may remember my charity event of a good few years ago, when in the foyer of JJB Sports I cycled 333 miles (536 km’s) on a static turbo trainer. I stopped at 16 hours, but only because the centre closed. There was a follow up charity event (for Cancer Research) planned in the foyer of ASDA where my late wife Caroline worked, but this was cancelled due to her own battle (and very sudden death) with this terrible disease. It was due to be a 24 hour non stop cycling challenge.

After my own battle with cancer and subsequent trip around the world, I never dreamed I’d be returning to this kind of event, but here we are. Winter approaching, too dangerous to cycle outside and I’ve decided I need to once again push myself to my very limits. It starts week Saturday with a 24 hour cycling challenge, where people from all over the globe will take part in this ‘virtual’ event. There will be few who will attempt to ride the full 24 hours, rather they’ll be part of a relay team. Me, well I want to see how far I can go and my plan is to try for 500 miles, which might take me a little longer!

Will I complete the 24 hours?

Who knows… but I would like your help and sponsorship for a very good cause. I’ll link below to the charity page which explains what it’s all about and also give a link to my own fundraising page. If I can get a fraction of my followers to donate just £1, €1 or $1 then just imagine the change we can bring. Please help.

Ride On for World Bicycle Relief

Everyday Hero – Derek’s Fundraising Page

It doesn’t end there though, more personal challenges will follow including breaking a few records for time spent on a static trainer. Watch this space and my Facebook page for updates.

More soon…


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Death and Life

Friday, September 11, 2015


I wonder how many readers of my blog realised yesterday (Thursday 10th September 2015) was World Suicide Prevention Day?
I mention this because August was a tough month for me, thankfully September changed things around and I’m happy to report some amazing news – but I’ll get to that later… 🙂

During my cycle trip around the world, in March 2014 I visited a cancer hospital in Vietnam. On the children’s ward I met a young Vietnamese student who was going through his own battle with cancer. Having lost his left leg, the disease had spread to his lungs and his prognosis looked grim, yet despite all this, Liem Chu Duc had a zest for life I have rarely seen before – he put my own efforts to speak out about fighting cancer and inspire others to shame. His work with youngsters blighted by this terrible disease was truly astounding, and a stark reminder of the difference between my homeland and his. Had he been born in the UK, would he have lost the leg?

I had my first battle at the age of 14, when a lump the size of a pea was ignored and grew to the size of an orange. After threatening to take off my left leg, I was told I’d need a brace, probably for the rest of my life. A year later and I’d run my first marathon (around the track field in Huddersfield, my home town) for charity. It seemed I could turn the abuse I’d suffered as a child into something positive – and it wouldn’t be the last time I’d call upon this inner strength.

Liem Chu Duc

Liem Chu Duc

Sadly Liem lost his fight on 15th August 2015. I wanted to write about it then, but the emotion was too much for me and I had other reasons to try and stay upbeat and happy. Ten days later and I received news that a good friend had lost his sister to suicide. This hit me very hard, because I’d lost my only remaining sister just 3 days after the death of my late wife.

Depression is the silent killer, we often have no idea that our loved ones need help desperately and by the time we are aware, it can be too late. I’ve said many times before, I wish it was an illness that was openly discussed and not kept hidden by so many and although I try hard to raise awareness, I still feel like people would prefer me not to talk about it. I can understand why – happiness is after all a much nicer emotion.

Jean & sister Martine on her wedding day

Happier times – Jean & sister Martine on her wedding day

I messaged Jean, but told him honestly I had no words of comfort. It never gets easier when a loved one leaves you. His honest response brought me to floods of tears and I asked him if it was OK to repeat it here, in the hope it might just help others…

Lost my sis on Aug 25th to suicide. I was in her house when she did it. left the house because I thought everyone had gone biking, since both cars were in the driveway and the bikes were gone. So, I locked up the house and left to go pick up someone for the ride back home in Rimouski. 30-40 mins. later, got a call from the police telling me that my sister had been admitted to the hospital (same one she was born in, go figure). Meanwhile, my relationship with the g/f was so-so, And during the following days after my sister’s death, it went further in the ground, so now, I don’t know where I stand, what to look for, what to do, what to think. I just don’t know anymore. Life sucks and no I’m not thinking about suicide myself. It’s not a luxury I can afford nor something I’ll make my mom go through again. One tragedy is enough. We just don’t need a second one.

Before I left the UK to begin my journey, I chose to support the Mental Health charity, MIND. How strange then that as I was writing this piece, I should receive the following email (if you click the link, it will open in your web browser) < click here >. I’m really grateful to Richard for having the strength to write this, as it can only help others who are are struggling. Jean, I’m here for you if ever you need a listening ear.


So lets discuss happiness. As I said above, moving into September things changed around, in a very dramatic fashion for me. My late wife Caroline and I had tried for many years to have a child and in particular after my prostate cancer was finally diagnosed in 2005, the words “impossible” were never far from the medical teams lips given my almost non-existent sperm count. I spoke in my last blog about finding love again, but never imagined I could become a parent. Well the miracle has happened!

Natascha Grace

Natascha Grace

At precisely 3:15 p.m. on Monday 7th September 2015, our beautiful daughter Natascha Grace, came into the world, weighing a hefty 3.662 kg (that’s 8 lb 1 oz). Sleepless nights, but watching Hilke nurse Natascha I have never felt such love. I’m truly blessed with this “impossible” gift of life and I know I speak for Hilke when I say we will give this child all the love (and more) we both missed in our own childhoods.

Natascha Grace

A very contented Natascha Grace

I hope you will share with me the joy of this story, because I know in my heart it is a true miracle. The circle of life. I just wish sometimes it were easier and we never had to suffer such sad losses, but seeing a child born does help raise you up again.

More soon…

Saturday, September 12, 2015 at 2:30 am

Derek, your life has covered such extreme emotions, I can’t even begin to imagine them. Although you have dipped very low, I personally have seen only a deep drive for life in you. And now to think that you have brought a new life into this world! I am so thrilled for you and Hilke, and wish you all the joys (and okay, knowing there will be tough times too) of parenting. You are richly blessed, and deservedly so. Much love, Molly

Wednesday, September 16, 2015 at 4:46 pm

Dear Derek..beautifully written…from the heart…impressive life story..and so good to share it with others!!
Claar Verheyen

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Is everything OK?

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

It’s been a while since my last post.

How do you tell friends and family that everything is not OK?
We spend so much time saying everything is alright, pretending that there are no problems and wearing our masks that it just becomes our normal behaviour. Thankfully most of you will have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, and in all honesty, I’m truly grateful for that. But some of you will know. Depression is insidious, it seems at times totally harmless, but it’s effects are devastating.

I make no apologies for talking about this illness here. There is a need to do so, and oh how I wish more people would (or could) have the courage to join me. Those coming here and expecting to read my cycling blog may well just turn away, because it makes for difficult reading. A good friend pointed out to me “you need to be more positive in your blog Derek, otherwise you will lose your following!” and he’s right. But I pride myself on my honesty, and don’t I owe it to not just myself, but my faithful followers to tell them just what is going on with me? It’s so easy to write about all the good stuff, yet not so easy to speak about struggling to make it through just another day.

What’s crazy is this should be the happiest of times for me, after-all, I’m getting fit again, my health is improving and I have been granted an amazing gift. And therein lies one of the problems. I have been given so much, yet feel so worthless, because here I am living in The Netherlands with no job, no income and the feeling that I cannot contribute is eating away at me. I’m a house husband. I built a website for my local church, I joined the local cycling club and I’m trying to integrate myself into society here, but still I feel inadequate. I’ve always looked after myself, always been able to provide. On my travels that was so easy, because I never needed much and I liked the thought that everything I owned, I carried on my bicycle. Now I’m here, unable to be the provider and I just can’t seem to accept it.

Out and about with the cycling club.

Out and about with the cycling club.

I said above “one of the problems” but there are others. I should be giving thanks for still being alive, but instead I’m still asking the question “why me? – what makes me so special?” and it’s hard to describe the turmoil this is causing me. Not just because of my faith, but because I’m asking myself do I really deserve another chance, because this will be my third. Many people would give anything to have a second chance, do I really deserve another?

I have a girl who loves me so much more than I deserve and I love her more than life itself. She will find this blog post difficult to read too, because I have become so good at hiding what is going on with me. She knows something of my struggles, because we share a pretty special relationship – we are both victims of our pasts. My one hope is that we will continue to heal. That’s a strange statement given what is written above, but the truth is we have come so far from when we first met, when I didn’t want to live at all.

Now I do. I want to make a difference. I’m not only talking about my difficulties, I’m actively helping others and hope to be able to expand on this by giving more talks and getting more involved with help groups. In doing so, my wish is that I can begin to feel a sense of self worth – a major milestone on the highway to recovery.

Normal blog service will soon be resumed…

Wednesday, August 12, 2015 at 3:00 pm

Derek, Hang in there buddy. I make a point of biking or hiking every single day. That somehow gives me enough perspective and satisfaction that I can then tackle some of life’s demons with stronger resolve. Try not to be so hard on yourself! Give yourself targets and meet them…your subconscious will thank you!

Jerry Harp
Wednesday, August 12, 2015 at 5:10 pm

Thanks for your honest post on depression. I ride frequently to control mine. Sort of. And remind myself of people with far bigger problems, problems that make mine seem insignificant. Hang in there.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015 at 5:51 pm

Derek, you are to be commended for your honesty and not just writing what “the public” wants to hear. We, your friends, care deeply about how you are doing and are here for you when you are down. You have made a difference to so many people – including me. I think of you often ever since you stayed with us in Duluth and shared your life story. I’m thrilled to know you have a 3rd chance, and that your every day contributions are more than enough to warrant the grace you have been granted. Thank you for taking us on your journey, whether joyful or difficult.
With love, Molly

    Thursday, August 13, 2015 at 9:32 am

    Thank you Molly. My stay with you, Richard and your family was one of the biggest highlights of my whole trip, simply because you accepted me as an extended part of your family and made me feel so welcome. That’s how I felt and I can’t begin to tell you how much it meant to me, I’m sure you understand why. Give my very best to everyone. Love back…

Thursday, August 13, 2015 at 5:16 am

Hi Derek,
We never met, but I have been following your posts and we wrote each other a couple of emails when you cycled in Vietnam. I am happy to see your health is better and sorry to read about your depression. If this can be of any help, i think your story is amazing and worth being told in a book. Maybe this idea would give you a goal (finishing the book) and would end up helping you to provide.

    Thursday, August 13, 2015 at 9:35 am

    @ Jerry, Richard and Eric, thanks for your support. I am writing a book, but it’s tough writing about this stuff…

Sunday, August 30, 2015 at 9:30 pm


I still follow your blog (I met you 2 years ago in Armenië and we visit together the Armenien Vaticaan).

The best thing I tink you can do is to help other people in speaking group as you mentioned in your blog. And if you see that other people have reach a helping hand from you, it must give you a good feeling and also a reason why just you revceived a third change. A change to helping others (a better reason is not possible).
In Belgium we say. “Kop op”. Buth I’m not sure or “head up” is also the same meaning in English.


Friday, March 18, 2016 at 4:42 pm

Dear Derek, your existence itself has been a huge impact on many peoples’ lives. Your journey and spirit has made people believe in miracle, given hope and inspiration,amd definitely changed many lives…
From someone who has servere depression, I found hope and courage to holding on and moving forward.
I really hope that some day people would realize and treat depression as it is : a serious illness, which silently kills.

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Part 2 – Encounters

The cycling was fantastic. My legs had shed the few ounces of fat and were now lean and mean. Unless I was doing a lot of climbing, I could keep my breathing under control and the riding was pure joy. Morocco was a true mixture of sensations, and I spent several weeks exploring this diverse country. It was January 2013, cool to warm and pleasant during the day, but extremely cold at night. The idea of my writings now are not to repeat what has gone before, but to do a quick summary, so dig back into my blog if you want the full version with all the photographs.

The colours of Morocco have no equal.

The colours of Morocco have no equal.

In France I’d had the opportunity to share my story with a selected few who had taken me in, given me a warm bed and a hot meal. It was also the first time I’d ever spoken about my depression and I found it helped not just me, but my kind hosts. Here was a couple who had lived with depression for over 30 years and yet stayed together, sharing the hurt and pain. I decided that day to openly talk about this illness, so often hidden from friends and family. It became easier to talk with strangers because there was no judgement, no calls for you to “get a grip” or “snap out of it.”

When I met Sam in Morocco, my sensors were in full ‘connect’ mode. Like I said earlier, broken people have a way of attracting other broken people and Sam was broken. We spent time together, discussing our lives and what the future might hold for us both. It was a reality check, because I don’t pull punches. I never say just what people want to hear, it’s one of the things I used to be well known for – being bluntly honest. I’m not even sure if I really helped, but I’d like to think I did and in that meeting I made a true friend. Maybe I can even say we both came away with a true desire to live our lives to the full.

That’s the way I saw it then, but of course depression is not something that lets go of you so easily. There would be many more battles to come…

There is one other story I’d like to share from Morocco, which fits in well with this blog article. Sometimes life has a way of pushing you down a certain path and whether it is what you desired is another matter entirely. While wandering around the Fez Medina, I spotted local craftsmen working on various vessels. I stopped to ask (using a kind of mime language) if I could take photographs, when I was astonished to be answered in perfect English by this gentleman pictured below. It turned out he had studied at Oxford University, but had decided he would spend his final days working in his homeland, teaching others the centuries old art he had learned from his forefathers.

Intricate craftsmanship in the Fez Medina

Intricate craftsmanship in the Fez Medina

The wide open spaces (and deserts) of Morocco prepared me perfectly for my crossing of the Western Sahara. While some days I had definitely bitten off more than I could chew, in truth I had started to get cocky, asking myself what the ‘big deal’ was in riding and wild camping in the sandy landscape. It was tough going, but I was able to ride the bike here, even though I’m not sure the word “road” really applies to the surface underneath my tires.

This apparently, is what passes for a 'main road' on my way to the Sahara.

This apparently, is what passes for a ‘main road’ on my way to the Sahara.

Feeling pretty good, my next challenge would be to cross the Western Sahara. The ‘easy’ route involved following the ‘new’ tarmac road for 1,000 km’s, so I chose to ride a good portion of the old road. I say ride with tongue firmly in cheek, because I pushed my bike and luggage through sand for more than a few days.
The biggest problem was the heat and subsequently carrying enough water as 24 liters would last less than 2 days, with no indication as to whether you would find another source before running out. Although I’d done some internet research, many of the stations mentioned were now just lifeless shells, abandoned to the ever shifting sands. But somehow in this inhospitable place, I had never felt more alive. The solitude, the quiet, the amazing stars overhead (you could clearly see the milky way) more than made up for the hard effort expended during the day.

Solitude in the sand

Solitude in the sand

Too soon I was in Africa proper, crossing the no mans land into Mauritania. Africa was not kind to me, although it did give me one of my most enduring memories of the whole trip, restoring my faith in mankind. I’ll tell you more about that in my next update…

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Friday, June 26, 2015

Inspiration. Where do you find yours?

There are so many good blogs out there, so many people doing incredible things. Now that I’m taking time out from my travels, I have time to read more, and this invariably means following the stories of other world travelers and their reason for choosing adventure. It got me looking back at my own journey, which has metamorphosed into something completely different to what I had envisaged.

Not everyone has the time to read through my 33 months of blogging, so here is a (shorter) version of my story. I’m going to serialise it into smaller chunks and I hope in some small way, others can take inspiration from it.

Part 1 – The beginning

Truth is, my round the world bicycle tour began long before I set off from England in November 2012. When people talk about ‘bad luck’ what do they really mean? It seems I have struggled all my life, from a very early age. It’s a story I’m committing to paper for later, but the abuse I suffered as a child and then the cancer which lifted me from that abuse (which I believed was a good thing) sowed the seeds of a very broken man.

They say broken people attract other broken people and this was certainly true of me. I went from one disastrous situation to another and at the age of 21 decided to join the Army, because the alternative for this crazy out of control person was jail. Surprisingly it turned out to be a good move, but my past still held me back. Unable to form meaningful relationships, my first marriage was doomed to failure and even the birth of my first son could not save it.

I lived with an alcoholic, and learned that physical abuse was not just a ‘man’ thing. Of course you don’t speak about it, because men aren’t ‘real’ men if they allow women to push them around. It took five years for me to finally snap, to raise my hand to a woman for the first (and last) time. Just the once, but the shame I carry to this day remains. I walked out, leaving behind my second child. To give up, to admit defeat, was something I never, ever, wanted to do. It broke me.

Then I met Caroline. She needed help just like me and we soon realised we had each found our soulmate. I don’t honestly know how long we were together, but we were married for a good part of the twenty plus years. It was a mixture of joy and great sadness, as the wanted for child never materialised. Cancer became a part of our lives, first with me in 2005 and then Caroline in 2007, when she had her breast removed to stop the cancer. In 2009 it returned, this time as secondary stage cancer. We asked “how long” and were told 12-18 months. Talking it over later that same evening, we made what has now become known as a ‘bucket list’ of things we’d like to do. To this day I’m proud we managed the top 3 on the list, amazing really when you consider she died just 9 weeks after being told we had 12-18 months.

I fell apart. Life had no meaning for me anymore. The successful photography business I had spent sweat and tears building became a millstone around my neck, I let people down and more importantly, I let myself down. I shut myself away, friends were pushed away from me and I sank into the deep hole of depression. I’m not going to pretend over the next couple of years there weren’t some moments of joy, but they were fleeting and I finally reached the bottom, ending my life would be a relief from a life of such immense pain. I tried, I really did, only to once again come up short.

When told in October 2012 my cancer had returned, it was a blessing. At last I felt a longing, a need to finally make something of my life and setting out on a cycling trip around the world fitted my needs. I sold and gave away everything I owned, paid my bills and just three weeks after being given my diagnosis and told I would not be able to cycle at altitude, I set off for the Himalayas. The real journey had now begun and the results would defy both belief and logic.


With all my worldly possessions at Leeds station.

My weapon of choice was the Surly Long Haul Trucker, one of the most popular touring bikes out there, which I over packed with more than 73 kilos of luggage. I would soon begin to discard items I either didn’t need, or just decided I could live without to save weight. It was a steep learning curve, the actual cycling though proved to be the easy part even through the cold winter of France and Spain. In truth I was carrying a great deal of residual fitness at the start of my tour and days of 200 km’s were not out of the question. I knew that I had to go well early, because I was pretty sure my illness would catch up with me eventually. Two years later and I would struggle to complete less than a 100 km’s, even with a full 12 hours of riding.


The winter fall of 2012, somewhere in France

I had a plan. It’s just with me, things never seem to work out the way I want. My decision to follow the Camino de Santiago pilgrims route through France and then Spain seemed like the right decision, especially seeing as I had issues with my faith after everything that had happened. As I mentioned above, I don’t like failure, don’t like giving up. After the first snow stopped me in Sauges, France, I took a taxi ride (along with two hikers) to the other side of the snow line, then carried on cycling.

Stopped by the snow

Stopped by the snow

I didn’t get far. This was winter. Winter here means snow. Lots of it. Unable to cycle, I took a train to the east coast of Spain, where I would cycle down to Morocco and then cross the Sahara desert into Africa. I was changing, becoming a different person. The meetings with other travelers, the kindness of total strangers, the solitude, all gave me much to think about. I needed this time, the pain and injustice I felt would take time to work itself out. Slowly, it became more about others and less about myself. If I treasure anything from my incredible journey, this is what means the most to me: I became less selfish. I was ready to give something back.

I’ll tell you more about that in part 2, which I’ll post in a day or two.

Maggie (Marjorie Gaestel) (Jeanie Glenn's friend in the US)
Friday, June 26, 2015 at 2:06 pm

Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your journey and excellent photography and now your writing. Thank you Derek for letting me share your travels and adventures and photos. Lots of luck in your newest venture in the Netherlands. Be well.

Thursday, July 2, 2015 at 1:03 am

Just found your blog – am planning a big cycling adventure myself – but your journey both inwards and outwards would seem to be truly inspirational from just the snippet I’ve read so far. Looking forward to reading all of it.

    Thursday, July 2, 2015 at 7:46 am

    Thank you Terri. I hope your own journey will be one of discovery – it really is a beautiful world inside and out! 🙂

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Back in training

Monday, June 15, 2015

What does a round the world cyclist do when he stops cycling around the world?  This is a question I’ve been trying to answer, but I’m finding it very difficult to do so. Truth is, I miss being on the road. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly not complaining about the changes in my life, it’s just it was never supposed to be like this and I’m having trouble adjusting. Firstly there’s the whole health thing. The doctors have given me a (relatively) clean bill of health, after subjecting me to more tests than a lab rat and not coming up with answers. I was very ill, that’s indisputable, but now I’m not just holding my own, I’m actually getting stronger and fitter cycling the Dutch fietspaden.

I'm doing lots of km's on these cyclepaths.

I’m doing lots of km’s on these cyclepaths.

That’s not (for me) the best news though, because while recovering from the accident that changed everything around, I met a girl, fell head over heels in love and followed her back to Europe. We are now planning our future together. I’m really lucky, because she too is a cyclist. We’re going to be hitting the road together, but it may not be this year. So I’ve decided to set myself a goal, not just to get fit again, but something more in keeping with my character – a challenge!

It’s my birthday on Saturday, yet Hilke has already given me my birthday present: a road bike. So that got me thinking, as well as training to get fit, let’s aim for something to keep me motivated. It seemed natural that I’d choose to once again ride in the mountains, so the plan to not just ride the Etape du Tour next year, but come away with a gold standard medal for my age group was born! It’s a crazy idea and even crazier that we will probably cycle all the way to France to take part.


I’ve owned a 5.5k Trek, an Airborne titanium and now a Giant with Tiagra – it’s more than good enough!

The Etape du Tour is a full mountain stage of the Tour de France, as ridden by the professionals. We (amateurs) get to ride it on one of their rest days and the actual route will be announced later this year, probably in September. For those of you that don’t know me, I’ve done quite a few of these before when I was at what I considered to be my peak fitness. They’re not easy if you’re aiming to finish well and I can’t think of a better challenge. Riding a road bike again in the mountains is for me, nirvana. So watch out for my posts on facebook, where I’ll log the majority of my training rides, in the hope we can show the improvement in fitness that will be needed to get my gold medal. Only real problem is I’m living in the Netherlands, where hills are sparse to say the least. Looks like there will be quite a few long rides then, and of course we have the wind here!


One of these in 2016 would make a nice birthday present!

The other (big) problem I have is I need to begin earning a living here. I’m hard at work on some new websites which will be ready soon. In particular I’m really hoping to get back into professional photography, so I’m looking at covering some events, maybe even getting some weddings. No idea how this will play out, there’s a lot I can do if I’m given the opportunity, including IT and website work.

Here’s my photography website, it just needs some more pictures in the portfolios (which I’m sorting after recently cataloging them all) and it’ll be ready to go. I’d welcome any feedback from my friends out there.

Distinct Images Photography

And that’s about it for this short update. Now that I’ve got a goal I’ll try updating the blog a little more often, even if only with my training rides and progress. Here’s the first ‘serious’ session – it was actually a 46 km ride but I forgot to start the timer. High winds, so I’m quite pleased with the result.

Road session 1 – 46 km

Till later…

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Monday, June 15, 2015 at 5:11 pm

Rock on Derek! My thoughts and prayers are with you.

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Technical glitches

Saturday, May 9, 2015

It’s been a while since my last post, not only due to my recent trip back to England to have my shoulder fixed, but because of some major problems with my website. I’ve had to change my hosting (to save on costs), something which should have gone easily enough (as I’ve done it many times before) but it’s been a complete nightmare. Despite making proper backups, the data transfer has not worked correctly. Not only did I lose ALL my existing post links and comments, I lost ALL my emails to

This means I now have no subscribers, no commenter’s and I have to put back the posts in my blog manually (from the backup files) as the auto import does not work, something I’ve made a start on, but it’s going to take a while to complete. [Update 10/5/2015: The blog articles have now been re-inserted, missing photos will be fixed shortly.]

So please, can all my subscribers please re-subscribe (subscribe box is on the right sidebar) and anyone who sent me an email and did not get a response over this last 6 weeks please contact me again – the email is now sorted and working again, I’ve just lost all the archive and messages. I will eventually also re-build my mailing list, for those who rely on receiving an email before checking the blog.

Thanks for all your support.

View from Wuthering Heights pub, Yorkshire

View from Wuthering Heights pub, Yorkshire

OK back to the blog and what else has been going on. I travelled back to beautiful Yorkshire to attend the hospital appointment for my dislocated shoulder. This time I was really lucky, as the operation was done with keyhole surgery, meaning my recovery time will be much shortened. In fact although I have to go through some pretty tough physiotherapy, I was able to ride my bike to the ferry a week later to return to the Netherlands.

Hilke joined me in Yorkshire for a brief holiday, enjoying the beautiful countryside with me, but not necessarily the very steep hills! Coming from the Netherlands, the only hills Hilke is used to is when she goes over a bridge, so she found it pretty hard going. But we did do some pretty decent walks too.

Resting at Oakworth Station

Resting at Oakworth Station

Steam train pulling into Oakworth Station

Steam train pulling into Haworth Station

Walking near Haworth, Yorkshire

Walking near Haworth, Yorkshire

Back in the Netherlands and I once again visited my good friend Sam in Den Haag, not missing out on the opportunity to borrow his spare titanium road bike and go riding together in the dunes. My shoulder was hurting, but when you’re having this much fun, who cares?  I do miss going fast on a bike!

Riding the dunes, just outside Den Haag

Riding the dunes, just outside Den Haag

Sam was also kind enough to take both me and Hilke on a walk through the dunes as the sun was going down. It really is a very special area.

Shadows in the evening light

Shadows in the evening light

So what’s next?  Well I still need a few more months before I can use the shoulder well enough to do more big touring trips, but I also have to think about my new life here. I’m in a committed relationship and need to earn a living to continue touring in the future. To this end I’m working on a few projects, which include building new websites (for myself and clients), something I’m gaining lot’s of experience with and though I say so myself, the results are pretty amazing – you’ll get a look soon…

I’m chasing work in the following areas, but it’s a difficult time to be trying to find employment.

Outdoor Pursuits Instructor
Photography (including Weddings and Portraits)
IT and web design
Translation Services (with Hilke’s help, we are pretty proficient)

If you know of anyone with any of the above needs, please put them in touch with me. Thanks.

As for this Blog, normal service will be resumed very soon…

Thursday, May 14, 2015 at 12:13 am

Hi Derek! Nice to hear from you after a while. Yorkshire looks stunning:) I guess you’ll retrieve my email from this comment. Good luck with the job hunt. I wish you all the best and we’ll keep in touch.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015 at 4:46 pm

Hi Derek,
I hope your journey will be endless, and good luck!!

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