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 dereksbiketrip.com.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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…
My present home here in The Netherlands is Groningen, known as the World’s Cycling City. After living and cycling here since just before last Christmas, I’ve made a conscious effort to determine if indeed Groningen deserves this title. I think I’m in a reasonable position to judge, having cycled two thirds of the way around the world, some 37,000 km’s, through 38 countries!
But first, let’s have a bit of background to why Groningen is considered the best, amongst many other great cycling cities, such as Amsterdam, Copenhagen and Portland, Oregon.
The figures certainly back up it’s claim, as the city has the highest percentage of mode share cycle users in the world, an amazing 60% in the city centre and 50% of all journeys in Groningen are made by bike. With a population of just over 192,000 people owning 75,000 cars, bicycles rule – there are an estimated 300,000.
It wasn’t always like this. Back in the 1960’s cycle paths were removed to make more room for cars and motorways were built to bring traffic right into the centre itself. However in 1972 a new ‘left wing’ government made plans to drastically change the transport policy and make Groningen centre a car free zone.
By 1977 Groningen centre had been divided into four zone quarters, with traffic prevented from travelling from one quarter to another, instead having to use the outer ring road which now encircled the city centre. Buses, cyclists and pedestrians were of course allowed to do so and along with pedestrianising the centre, a comprehensive cycle path network criss-crossed the now car free city. Car parking was moved to the outskirts and park and ride schemes introduced.
Despite shop keepers threatening to leave due to cars not being allowed to park outside their stores, the radical transport policy worked and became a model for other cities to follow.
In truth, you can get around in Groningen (and it’s outskirts) much quicker by bicycle than by car. To traverse the city centre from one side to another would take at least 30 minutes in a car on the ring road, whereas on a bicycle it’s no more than 12 minutes. But it’s not about how quickly you can go by bike, it’s about how safely. Entire families use bicycles as their only mode of transport and it’s not unusual to see very young children sat on the front of their parents bikes. The cycle paths are well maintained and I’ve yet to see any evidence of a ‘pothole’. I for one have never felt so safe cycling in a city and it’s because bicycles are seen as the primary source of transport that the infrastructure exists.
Take roundabouts as an example. As a cyclist of very many years, I’ve learned to be exceptionally wary of them, because they are a major cause of injuries to us cyclists. But here in Groningen cyclists have right of way on the majority of them – the cycle paths encircle the roundabouts and cars must stop and give way. It took a little getting used to, but now I don’t even check to see if a car is approaching and in the (very) unlikely event you have a coming together with a vehicle, the driver is at fault. No fancy lawyer arguments, you are the victim. Always.
Bicycle parking is also taken very seriously here in The Netherlands. There are custom bike parks everywhere, mostly free, like the picture below of the multi-storey bike park just outside the railway station. The neon sign (on the right) informs you of which zones have spaces left!
Or if you want that extra level of protection, their are 24 hour security monitored parks. It’s a dream come true and you begin to understand just how much the cyclist is catered for here.
And if you don’t have your own bicycle, Groningen, like many other cities here in The Netherlands, has a comprehensive bike share scheme where you can hire one and return it to any of the other participating cities.
Bridges are built with cyclists in mind and it’s unlikely you’d have to wait (alongside the cars) to cross one of the many canals when a barge comes along, as they have included pedestrian and cycle friendly bridges alongside to ensure your onward journey. It really is a transport policy designed first and foremost with cyclists in mind.
Most of the canals have cycle paths running alongside them with clear signposts, many being part of the national cycle route network (Landelijke Fietsroutes or LF-Routes) which criss-cross the country. Bike only bridges are a common sight here.
So does Groningen deserve the title of “the worlds cycling city”? Yes, Unequivocally. Nowhere in my travels have I seen such a level of commitment to keeping us cyclists both safe and happy. While I have witnessed wonderful cycling infrastructure in places like Luxembourg (another fantastic cycling country) it doesn’t even come close. I love it here.
However in just a few short weeks I have to return to England to have major surgery. I’ll try keeping a little more up to date with the blog then…
Walking the icy lanes on the moors above the beautiful town of Haworth, I reflected on the last six months of this incredible journey I’ve been on. I use the word “incredible” wisely, as events have taken a more than unusual twist since the accident in Rimouski, Canada, which was the catalyst for all that followed. It seems now there is more likelihood of me falling on the ice and breaking a leg, than there is me dying of lung cancer.
If you think that’s all a bit dramatic, then consider this: five months ago I was fortunate enough to be taken in by Mike in Toronto. I was not well at the time and remember the visit we took to the Royal Museum, where I struggled to climb the wooden stairs. When I say struggled, I’m talking not being able to breathe well enough to physically climb the stairs, without stopping numerous times. Then there was my trip to the Cabot Trail with Hilke and another friend, where I elected to stay in the car and sit out the trail walk, because I knew I could not complete it.
I genuinely believed I was reaching the end of not just my journey, but my life.
So what happened? The honest answer is I really don’t know, but felt it was time to tell the story anyway. My dislocated shoulder (the result of the accident in Rimouski) meant I was never going to be able to comfortably ride the bike again, having it fixed in Canada was way beyond my means, so I knew I was always likely to return to England. This seemed like an excellent opportunity to have myself checked out and actually find what the status of my illness was. So leaving Canada behind, I made my way to New York City and a flight home. That however is not the full story. Along the way I fell in love and my whole world (and life) was suddenly turned upside down.
My first indication that something was wrong (or right?) was when we stopped off at a friend of Mike’s on my way to New York. Judy is an ‘alternative’ therapist and told me I no longer had lung cancer! I was very sceptical, but kind enough not to express my doubts at this time, though I had seen an improvement in my breathing which did seem at odds with my expectations. On my return to England I had my first series of scans, before returning to The Netherlands shortly afterwards. I would have to wait for the results, but never expected to be asked to return again to the UK to have yet more tests, because the scans showed no sign of the tumours present in 2012, when I’d originally left the UK to begin my trip.
My second trip to England confirmed the initial results, but I also had biopsies of my prostate and x-rays/CT scans of my shoulder, so that an operation could possibly be scheduled for April/May this year. In truth, I would never have bothered with this as I thought the time left to me could be better spent. My motivation for going through with it now is because I want to spend time with my girlfriend; there has been a surprising improvement in my health and the hope is I can return to cycle touring after my operation.
So where does this leave me now?
Well I’m once again back in The Netherlands, where I will try and learn Dutch and find some work if possible. I will do some short tours, but nothing major until after the shoulder is fixed. I can’t explain why instead of deteriorating, I’m now actually getting fitter day by day. All I can say is I have never been this happy for many years, I’m very much in love and if I’m truly honest, I think this is the main reason why I’m doing so well – I actually have something to look forward to, a reason to want to be here and it looks like I’m going to be around longer than anybody expected.
When I do return to cycle touring, I will not be alone.
I returned to The Hague to spend a few days before Christmas with my good friend Sam. I’d decided to take the train from Groningen as there was quite a storm blowing in from the South West, which made camping inadvisable and I hadn’t been able to arrange a midway stopover to break up the 250 km distance involved in the journey. Truth is I’m not even sure I could have done it cycling in two days given the weather, even if Holland is flat! So borrowing Hilke’s small fold-able bike which would be free to take on the train, I cycled the 5 km to the station and boarded the bike specific carriage. I was mindful of the need to arrive early as these carriages fill up quickly not only with bicycles, but large pieces of luggage. It’s a first come, first served system so arriving early is the only way to ensure yourself a seat.
Sam met me at the station and we cycled into the city, where we made our way to a local coffee shop and a bowl of ‘snert’, the local delicacy. It’s a hot pea soup which really touched the spot, as Sam explained he had called a friend to meet us and give a guided tour of the city. I never realised just exactly what I was going to get, but when Jonathan arrived it really was a lovely surprise to find out he was a fellow Englishman working over here in The Hague as a full time guide.
To say Jonathan is an ‘expert’ is not really telling the whole story. His style of delivery, light hearted but extreme knowledge of his subject has to be experienced to be believed. Having travelled the world for many years (even before my bike trip) I have never met a guide so able to describe the sights being shown to me, he truly is in a class of his own and I’d heartily recommend his tour if you’re visiting the area.
I hope you’ll have better weather than we did and although not the best for photography, here’s a few of my pictures from my Tour of The Hague:
The Binnenhof (Inner Court) is a complex of buildings in the city centre of The Hague, next to the Hofvijver lake. Built primarily in the 13th century, the Gothic castle originally functioned as residence of the counts of Holland and became the political centre of the Dutch Republic in 1584. It is counted among the Top 100 Dutch heritage sites. The Binnenhof is the oldest House of Parliament in the world still in use.
The Ridderzaal (Hall of Knights) is the main building of the Binnenhof in The Hague. It is used for the state opening of Parliament on Prinsjesdag, when the Dutch monarch drives to Parliament in the Golden Carriage and delivers the speech from the throne.
In 1822, the Mauritshuis was opened to the public and housed the Royal Cabinet of Paintings and the Royal Cabinet of Rarities. In 1875, the entire museum became available for paintings and was privatised in 1995. The foundation set up at that time took charge of both the building and the collection, which it was given on loan.
William I, born Willem Frederik Prins van Oranje-Nassau, was a Prince of Orange and the first King of the Netherlands. In Germany, he was ruler of the Principality of Nassau-Orange-Fulda from 1803 until 1806 and of the Principality of Orange-Nassau in the year 1806 and from 1813 until 1815. In 1813 he proclaimed himself ‘Sovereign Prince’ of the “United Netherlands.” He proclaimed himself King of the Netherlands and Duke of Luxembourg on 16 March 1815.
Noordeinde Palace is one of the three official palaces of the Dutch royal family. It has been used as the “working palace” for King Willem-Alexander since 2013. The palace originated as a medieval farmhouse, which was converted into a spacious residence by the steward of the States of Holland, Willem van de Goudt in 1533. The original farmhouse’s cellars can still be seen in the palace basement.
The largest covered atrium in Europe, the City Hall (nicknamed The Ice Palace) is a truly stunning piece of architecture. It was designed in 1986 by American architect Richard Meier and completed in 1995. Located in the new city centre, it incorporates the council chamber, the main public library, as well as cafés and exhibition spaces. The public can take a glass lift upto the 11th floor, so as to view the atrium from above.
I took many more pictures and the next day with Sam explored the outskirts of The Hague and Scheveningen, I’ll post those pictures in my next update. What’s pretty amazing is all the above pictures were taken on my iPhone and all the information alongside them was provided by our excellent guide, Jonathan.
That’s it for this quick update, more in the next few days…
It’s been quite a traumatic year, but I’m really happy to say it’s ending on a high!
Friends here in Holland (oops sorry again – The Netherlands) have rallied round and it’s already been my best Christmas for many years. Tomorrow (Christmas Day) will be a quiet affair, but I’ve already been treated to more kindness than I could have wished for. Add to that the news coming from my recent test results (I still have to be checked out and have further appointments on the 22nd and 27th January in England, hence why I’ve not written about them yet) and it looks like it could be a good New Year for me.
I’ll write a full account of what I’ve been up to over this Christmas break, but I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to all my followers, without your help and support I could never have made it. Have a lovely Christmas celebration and keep sending me those messages.
Oh and here’s just three reasons why I’m so cheerful:
My first time out on a road bike for many years, borrowed from my good friend Sam, who dragged me round a scenic cycle tour of The Dunes. Fantastic.
I was taken on an official guided tour of the Hague (more about this in my next blog post) but one of the memorable the highlights of The Hague was the beautiful Wish Tree outside the Peace Palace. Yes, I did make a wish!
So that’s it for this quick update. Have a glass for me and enjoy yourselves. More soon…
Holland is cold and wet. But nice, nonetheless. Taking time out to go looking around the local charity shops, hoping to find a cheap winter jacket and maybe an old fleece was a good idea. At least until the rain began to come down like stair rods! Before the accident in Rimouski I’d never imagined I would be back in a wintry environment for quite some time, so I’d off-loaded the majority of my winter kit. After all I wouldn’t need it in South America would I?
Oh well… how things can change!
At just 6 Euro, who cares if your winter cycling jacket is ‘breathable’, as long as it keeps out the rain and keeps you warm. This charity shop jacket does both. Job done. Two additional fleeces, picked up for a few more Euro completed a very good day out wandering around Groningen, in the northern Netherlands. Oh yes, that’s right – I’m in the Netherlands, not Holland. Something my kind host was at pains to point out to me!
Anyway, clothing now sorted, I even thought I might be able to turn up smart to church on Sunday. I’ve sort of been popping in and out of churches most weekends on my travels, the reason should be obvious to my regular followers, but to others lets just say I’m still searching for something I feel is missing… anyway this was my second Sunday and my second church here in Groningen. However this time it was different and for the first time since leaving England I felt something, but even more importantly, it was not the need to leave. So I stayed. ‘Till the end. Then had a great chat with the Revd Sam Van Leer, who is the Anglican Chaplain for Groningen.
Then it was time to wander across the town centre, to collect my host from her church (the one I’d visited a week before) where she was on kitchen duty. After doing my good turn for the day by drying all the coffee, tea cups and spoons, we cycled the 5 km’s back home in the sunshine. Oh bliss!
I’ve yet to explore Groningen, as the truth is it’s been just a little too cold and wet for me to be out and about without good winter clothing. Now that I’m getting sorted in that department, I’ll venture a little further afield in the coming weeks. I’m going to spend Christmas here, before returning to England for treatment in the New Year. I hope to return back to The Hague (where we basically rushed through) before then, calling in on my friend Sam again. But I’ll also be looking at getting away to the countryside for some quieter cycling. I’ll keep you updated with that as I make my plans.
A trip to Amsterdam will also be on the cards, along with a few other ‘tourist’ destinations. But what I’m really hoping for is a cycle tour of Scandinavia, including Denmark, Norway, Sweden and Finland. Might have to do a bit of checking on what is possible (cycling weather wise) in winter though!
I’ve signed up to a free on-line resource for learning Dutch, if only because I really would like to be able to greet and meet the locals in their own language. Something I feel is quite important as we British have quite a poor reputation here, due mainly to our idiotic (football?) fans and laddish behaviour. Ask any Dutch person what they think of us and they’ll say drunken idiots.
I’m also going to be trying to find a little work, either on-line or locally, to help replenish my fund pot. If anyone wants or needs any web (website) or general IT related work, or knows of resources, please message me. Thanks.
I’m being well looked after by a good friend I met in Canada. We’d hoped to see each other again, but in truth never really thought it might happen. So how happy am I that we had this amazing chance to meet up again, and if we are really lucky, actually go cycle touring together one day? I truly am happy – I never believed I would be here now… Christmas just around the corner and I’m so looking forward to it this year!
Tonight there’s a lecture and talk about human trafficking (in English) at the church, so we are both going to go along and show our support. Should be a good evening.
And that’s it for another quick update. More soon…
Two years ago I left my home in Yorkshire, England, to travel around the world by bicycle. I sold my home, my business (all my photography kit) and my car and left to see how long I could keep going, after being given ‘probably’ just twelve months to live. I spent my first Christmas Eve atop a mountain in Spain, looking down on a cold wet evening to the coast road far below and the village lights twinkling in the night. I remember I’d bought myself a large bar of chocolate to ‘open’ the next morning, on Christmas Day.
The following Christmas was spent in a hostel in Beijing, China, where they went overboard in giving us western guests a traditional Christmas Eve party. It was nice to socialise and be part of a group of travellers, but once more I spent Christmas Day alone.
If I’m lucky, this year I will not be alone. I have an invitation to join a friend for Christmas in Holland, and I hope to keep this appointment. For the first time in many years I’d like to make an effort and really celebrate this festive season.
Two years and I’m still travelling. There have been many times I’ve wanted to stop, because it was just too much, particularly after this latest accident and the serious injury to my shoulder. Yet I keep going, not really understanding why any more. I feel I have proved them wrong, done my trip justice and I’m ready to try living a ‘normal’ life for a while. But it’s hard, because I burned all my bridges. I didn’t expect to live this long and have no idea how much time I have left. Then I get a message like the one below, and suddenly, I know why I have to continue.
I’m just a little girl, 23 years old, living in Hanoi – Vietnam. I cried when reading your story. You inspired a lot. I’m also a cancer patient, blood cancer. I overcame the bone marrow transplant in March 2014. I’m going to take part in a trip for volunteer in the next January and a quite afraid of my health but you make me decide not to scare anymore. Thank you so much!
I feel so sorry cuz don’t know you earlier but it ‘s never too late, right?
Best wishes for you!
I answered Anita in the comments section (reproduced below). But it was a timely reminder of what this trip has meant to me, and why I wanted to do it in the first place.
I tell my story and keep this blog for this reason; to help and inspire others. I hope your health improves and you enjoy your trip, my thoughts and prayers will be with you. Be brave, but also do not worry about being scared – it is necessary sometimes to remind you of the challenges you are overcoming.
And yes Anita, it never is too late. Live each moment with joy and happiness.
I’ve now left England once again, after getting myself checked out. All the results are not yet returned, but there is good news. I have got an appointment on 27th January to see an orthopaedic surgeon for my shoulder, I’m awaiting confirmation of appointments with my oncologist and urologist (results of scans etc.) and the blood tests came back negative. Of course this will mean a return to the UK, but at this moment I’m feeling positive and trying hard not to let the depression take over my life again. Here’s hoping for further positive news.
That’s it for this quick update, more soon…
I’m sat in The Fleece Inn, in the beautiful village of Haworth, drinking coffee. There’s reason in my madness, because this particular public house has pretty good Wifi, so it’s worth the asking price for the small cup of coffee (£2.25). It’s most unusual for me to post blog updates back to back, but I think it’s important my friends and followers know exactly what my plans are and what is happening with me. So here goes.
After the accident in Rimouski, Canada, my dislocated shoulder has shown little improvement both in terms of movement in my left arm and the level of pain dropping. So it was a no-brainer that I would have to return home to seek proper medical treatment, as both Canada and America would have been well beyond my means. The good news is this: because I have to register with a new medical centre, it is a chance to have a FULL medical overhaul and find out about my cancer. So this morning I registered and started the whole process, which may take some time. OK here’s the deal then, I will get my shoulder fixed and make an informed decision about my cancer. This will almost certainly mean I will LEAVE the UK again and only return for the treatment, most likely after the Christmas period. I will cycle in Europe as going further afield would be silly and prohibitively expensive. But, and it’s a big but, I will eventually return to cycling the more remote parts of the world if my health allows me to do so.
I’m really fortunate in having a true friend here in Yorkshire who I have known for many years. Ian has never let me down, so it was no surprise when he told me to stay in his cottage while I get myself sorted. As he’s a long distance lorry driver, the place is deserted most of the time, so he’s pretty glad to have me hanging around. Just wish you had Wifi Ian! And Ian isn’t the only one helping me out. I landed at Manchester Airport and was picked up by Bob, a keen cyclist and Warmshowers host. It was wonderful spending time with Bob and his lovely wife Elaine, while unpacking and putting back together my bike and bags and getting some decent sleep – I can never sleep on air planes.
As once more the weather was pretty wet and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to cycle the 50 miles across the Pennines in one go, Bob kindly drove me across to Yorkshire and dropped me at the campsite atop of Baildon Moor. I wasn’t happy about camping out in the cold and rain, but a misunderstanding with another friend meant I had no other accommodation options at that time and so I spent 2 days camping out in pretty awful weather before being taken in at the last minute by another Warmshower host in Bradford. You’ll hear a lot about Warmshowers in my blog, and rightly so. It’s a fantastic network of cyclists looking out for other cyclists and without it, this trip certainly would not have been possible.
It was cold and very wet when I left Graham’s, not only fully loaded but carrying an extra rucksack with me. The reason being I had to call and pick up some very personal items on my way to Haworth and eventually I would have to jettison it, as not only was it excruciatingly painful on my shoulder, but it’s pretty dangerous to be riding with – the bike is difficult enough to handle when overloaded.
Cycling from eastern Bradford up to Haworth was challenging and saw me walking the bike for a good portion. While I do seem to be breathing easier lately, it was still too much for me. It’s strange, because it’s certainly not my legs which are the limiting factor in these steep (and trust me, these Yorkshire hills are as steep as anywhere I’ve been) lanes, I’ve more than enough leg strength available.
And that’s us now up to date. I find out in the morning when my appointments are and can then make better decisions. My feeling is I’ll be in Yorkshire maybe another week or two, then I’ll cycle out towards Hull, catch the ferry across to Rotterdam and call in on two separate friends living in Holland, spending Christmas with one or both (err yes Sam – I’m coming soon!). Then I’ll most likely have to return to England for further treatment before setting off again on my global travels by bicycle. The journey continues…
Oh and I’ve been procrastinating long enough about my photo books, well these WILL be ready for Christmas.
I had thought four days in New York would give me enough time to do the old tourist bit and in the process get some decent photographs, but things didn’t quite work out for me. Firstly I was unable to find a Warmshowers host and so had to resort to using a hostel. Not normally a big problem, but now it was. For some unfathomable reason New York hostel prices are truly extortionate (you can almost book a hotel room for the same price) and what you actually get is not even remotely decent compared to other hostels. So step forward Chelsea Hotel Hostel, by far and away the worst hostel I have stayed in, anywhere in the world. Why? well the bed was awful, Wifi (and poor Wifi at that) only in the shared reception area, no kitchen to cook food and a couldn’t care less attitude make it easily the worst I have stayed in.
However things should get better, as I’d arranged for a Warmshowers host on the final night in New York, closer to the airport to make getting the bike and luggage ready much easier. The idea behind this being to give me enough time to go out and explore New York, instead of worrying about getting everything to the airport easily and in good order. By now regular readers of my blog will know only too well how I tend to suffer from being ‘very unlucky’ at times. So when I learned that my very kind hosts brother had died and staying there would have meant being on my own (arranging transport myself to and from my accommodation and then to the airport) I was left frantically trying to find another solution. By the time I’d moved all my stuff across town, found yet another bike box, a large canvas bag for my luggage, I had no time for ‘sight seeing’ and ended up having to pay for a ‘cheap’ hotel room right next to the airport. ‘Cheap’ being a relative term, I was now using a credit card with no credit on it, so would need to address this problem before the next bill date. Like I say, ‘lucky’ I am not.
The (second) bike box was obtained from The Bike Exchange, the only bike shop within a taxi ride of the airport. Thankfully a few doors down I managed to find a shop which sold Police and Army uniforms and other related stuff, so got myself a huge canvas holdall to fit all my panniers in. While I managed to keep the bike box at the correct weight the bag ended up at 71 kgs, being 20 kgs overweight. So total cost of bike and baggage ended up being an extra $160.
It rained constantly while I was in New York, so my one and only wandering involved stretching my legs around the hostel on the night before I moved. No time (or to be honest, will) to go into the centre, I snapped the following picture with my iPhone.
The hotel were supposed to offer ‘free’ transport to the airport, only about 1 to 2 miles away. My bus driver asked me for $35 and when I told him to ‘bog off’ dropped me at a bus terminal. I’d allowed lots of extra time, just as well as I frantically tried to find out which airport terminal I needed to get to. Thankfully a kind minibus driver offered me a lift, asking only for a ‘donation’ of whatever I could afford. I gave him my last $9 in change and would just have to miss out on lunch. It did however get me there in plenty of time, again just as well, because they decided to completely unpack my bike box. Like I say, ‘lucky’ I am certainly not.
We left New York on time, even after I repacked my bike box! The flight would take a strange path, going via Chicago, which to me seems completely the wrong direction? No doubt there’s a very good reason for this…
From Chicago I would fly onto Manchester and hopefully a meet up with a Warmshower host at the airport. Would I at last find some good luck? You’ll have to wait for my next blog to find out, but I’m so glad to be returning to beautiful Yorkshire…
After too many weeks in recovery, I’m finally on the move again – the journey continues!
We (Mike and me) shared the driving down to Plattsburg, picked up the bike and bags, then drove onto Greenwich, Connecticut to stay with some old friends of Mike’s. I have used the phrase “the kindness of strangers” many times in my blog, but this was something entirely different. Glen and Judy have a lovely home in the woods and it wasn’t that they just accepted me warmly into their lives, it was the connection I felt, particularly with Judy. I feel I have made more than just another friend here, I think I have found a ‘kindrid spirit’ who may just be able to help me finally make sense of things.
As I wandered around the old wood cabin, empty and abandoned, I reflected on the last few weeks and the dark moods that had overtaken me. The light coming in through the window echoed perfectly with my present mood, that of being lit up and happy once again. Seeing the bike was like meeting up with family after a long absence, I’m truly looking forward to cycling once more…
So I’ve re-packed my panniers, re-packed my mind with more positive thoughts and I’m ready to begin. Woohooo…
Wandering around the lake was pretty special too, as it’s a very beautiful spot. Mikes car had drained the battery overnight (had we left the lights on?) so we ended up waiting for a new one or a charge to get us on our way. I took the time to quickly log on and update this blog and let you all know I’m back in business!
So other than that, not much to tell you. We’re only a short drive from New York, where after not being able to find help with accommodation I’ve booked into a hostel for two nights. It’s scandalous what they charge in New York, but I had no other option. Looking forward to getting back to camping, where I can start to get back close to my daily budget.
Just a quick update then, more soon…