Day 5 : i wanty to go home and the day i all most cryied

well it started like any other day pasck up the tent eat breakfast suger puff, oats and musley. I then set off in to sun and sun stayed there all day so i was cook, ans wind was against me all ways againt me too, well after about 20 km the clothes i had straped tp the back of the bike had disapeared so i had to go back and look for them, which i did. after that a bunge cord broke so i had to rearage every thing which made think i need to reduces my load so ill be doing tomorrow and sending the excess home. Any way that is was just a long hard crawl to riga, now i was not in the best of moods for one the idea of wind against me all the way germany had got me down combined with heat i was not in a happy place. so while on some sort of level i relieased the country side that i was going past was in fact quite nice

 

so any way i made my way to riga only after drinking 4 litres of water two cans of Coke cola and a can sprite. when i got here trying to find some where to stay took me a hour at which point i concidered stay at a hotel but thank fully found a cheap little hostel in the very centre on town. ill be staying for to nights and will hopefully be able to find a fuel bottle here while enjoying the sites.

the old city which im staying is lovely, ill post picturs tonight of it.

Day 3 & 4 - there are still places with out Wi-fi but they still speak english

As this I’m eating quall eggs with salmon, while wearing three court length and a tee shirt which make the bar staff look dressed up in comparison, which makes anything that I’m writing about seem a little bit of a jolly now

Day 3 – it can’t get much worse than this

Worth day so far the weather was awful raining and windy, after a the worst start to the day possible, I locked myself out of the hostel room and had to wait till the manger turned up 3 hours later. I set out in to a head wind again which after talking to a fellow German cyclist seems to be my lot till I reach Germany and head in land. So any way after a windy start, it started to rain wind is ok ish but rain as well is just too much it sucks the life out of you. Any way after about two hours of it raining i had had enough was looking for a campsite, when I passed a sign for a next to a house for a camp. At this point did not care I just wanted some where to stop and get out of the rain, as it happens it was a newly started family thing. The family where lovely the son spoke very good English and the mum and dad not so much, not that it mattered. I had a great time i was given a shot of homemade vodka and a cheese to stop the dizziness, i got a hot meal and breakfast ALL FOR £10 BARGIN plus I beat the little kid at chess   

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Day 4 – the day I crossed to the other side

Well after a lovely breakfast of Russian gruel and omelette it started to rain again, take down your tent is not nice as everything gets wet after this unpleasant task I set of at 8:30 and kept riding till 4:45 covering 110km half way a long I bumped in to a German cyclist while shopping for supplies, i he was most happy to be able to speak some face to face, say that he had to resort to calling people after a good half hour talk we went our different way. now I fell I must mention the the unspoken rules of the road, fellow touring cyclist will all ways talk to you, touring motor cyclist will wave as they go by, everything else gives you as much space as possible, all so a motor way consist of a single lane with happy plodding along on the side takes a little getting used to special when trucks are whizzing past making you bob about like a blow up boat at sea, but even this starts to fell like the nor its only when a truck is over taking another truck which means the he is now on your side of the road does it  get a little scary. Any way without even knowing it I had crossed in to Latvia so i went in search of a cash machine or failing that the campsite that took card. I stumble across the place that I’m writing this a brand spanking top class holiday resort so i decide to grace it with my sweaty personage much to the amusement of the lady behind the reception desk. I then proceeded to hand over my dirt clothes for wash, then head in to their restaurant where I had the above mention start and duck with Paotow pancakes followed by cheese cake all for £20. Life can’t get much better than this my tent overlooks the sea the sun is shining and I’m totally stuffed

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Day 2

first day finished and it was a tough one head wind all the way, only rain for the last hour. but mental its was really hard as i forgot my fuel bottle cant find any where that sells them or small cooking stoves which makes my life a little interesting :) and unless i can find some thing im a little stucks. i arrive at my destination after 6 and half hours riding  to be greated with site of the village dressed up in tradishanle old school clothes and lots shouting and sing very strange, at least im able to charge camera battery at the place im staying so ill be able to start taking some picks, any way this the route i did today


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The journey has begun

Day 1

Well how do i start i meet some lovely poeple but every thing could go wrong has gone wrong :) but im still smiling, that may be because the that litle bottle pick me up my uncle bought me i've already started on. Any way my pack away bag which was ment to be bomb proff fell apart on the way from the car to aiport so i had to buy a new bag, then i was 6kgs over the weight limit which cost a £70. Then i meet this lovely young lady on the flight over here from estonia 2nd largest city tartu, which made upfore all that had gone before. After landing rebuilt my bike and put my panniers on it only to find that i had not put the peddles back on, i manged to finf the camp site with the help of another lovely young lady only to find that due to the time diffrence and time taken to get here that there was no food that when to the little bottle of pick me up came out. oh and it raining ah well it can only get better. i've got my self a small ish leg planned 66 miles/ 106 km which will be interesting if it keeps raining

The Last Supper

well it final, just had last meal with all my mates last night. it was emotional well not really every one thinks I'm only going to last a week then pack it in.............I'm must say I'm a little hurt by the lack of faith. Its strange to think that ill be next see them in years not days tho some mite says thats a benifit.



Never before understood  why some girls struggle with packing bags for holidays and how weekend break requires more changes of shoes a possible outfits  than a Broadway play. But I think I get it now for the last 2 days I've been trying  pack my bags you know when you have a problem when you have only pack two tee shirt, two pairs of shorts, 4 pairs of shocks and 2 boxer shorts and you feel like you have packed too much, it almost like mister bean where he starts cutting thing in half but cant choise what to cut..... so hard