Munich to Salzburg

Munich to Salzburg

On the Bodensee-Konigssee-Radweg Cycle Route

I had a very pleasant stay in the hotel in Bad Tolz.

In the morning I spent some time sitting in the outdoor restaurant area of the hotel. This was actually in the walking street that runs through the town. I had a number of conversations with fellow cyclists who were passing by. Most were on the Bodensee-Konigsee-Radweg Cycle Route which passes through the town.

The route runs east to west through the Bavarian ‘lakes district’. At its eastern end it gets very close to Salzburg.

Getting a Map is a Good Idea

A couple of cyclists suggest that I buy a ‘flip map’ of the route. They advised that albeit, “the route is well signposted, it is easy to get lost”. I bought one of the maps from a nearby book shop. It was to prove invaluable.

I finally headed off on the route heading east. The route follows a mixture of cycle paths next to roads, small farm paths (these are usually sealed) and forest trails (these are most dirt or gravel). The scenery was spectacular.

The farm houses are very interesting. They are mostly very big. At this time of the year they have flowers growing in big baskets hanging of the balconies. Most the houses and other farm building have photovoltaic solar electricity generating panels.  It is easy to see why Germany is achieving up to 30% of electricity generation form sustainable sources.

Even Germans get Lost

At one point I met a couple of German blokes heading east of the trail. We got into a bit of a conversation. Their English wasn’t too good, but they want to chat. I rode with them for the rest of the way to Schiliersee. Even with two maps and their command of German, we managed to get lost a couple of times.

Schliersee

I found the camping platz by the lake.   It is a beautiful spot.

My neighbours were a New Zealand couple. They had been riding through Germany, the Czech Republic and Austria for the past 3 months. They were very serious cyclists.

I decided to stay next day in Schliersee. I rained for most of the day.

Really wet

I headed off the next day despite the fact that it was still raining. The route took me around Lake Schliersee.

As I continued on, the rain turned into a real downpour. I stopped several times for shelter. At one of these points I stupidly left my map book in a café. This meant doubly back to collect it. I also managed to get seriously lost. This also meant doubling back.   Not my best day of navigation.

Rohrdorf

It was quite late when I arrived in Rohrdorf. I came across the Post Hotel and asked for a ‘zimmer’. The main hotel was full, however, they we able to put me up in a guest house attached to the hotel.

The manager of the guest house was a delightful women who took my wet stuff, including my tent, and put it in a drying room.   I also had a great meal in the hotel. After the meal I had a couple of beers listening to a local ‘Hump Paa Paa’ band playing in the bar of the hotel.

Chieming

Next was dry!!!. It was a great ride to Chieming which is on Lake Chiemsee which is the biggest of the Bavarian lakes.

The camping platz was terrific. I also had a really good restaurant. I decided to stay a day.

On my last night, it really poured with rain.

I packed up my sodden tent and headed off for Seigsdorf to get back on to the trail.

Outside the town, I ran into a couple of German girls heading east. I rode with them for a few hours. They were intrigued that I had been working in East Berlin in 1986. I could see then doing maths to figure out my likely age.

We went our separate ways in Teinsdorf where I had lunch and watched the start of a soccer match  I continued on to Salzburg.

As I approached the city, it started raining again. I decided to check into the first reasonable hotel I came across.

Salzburg

After a quick shower, I head off to the Augustine Brewery for a beer and a schnitzel with the obligatory french fries.

Next morning I left my el cheapo Nokia phone in my room when I went down to have breakfast. When I returned, the phone had gone. I can only assume that the cleaner took it. The receptionist claimed that this was not possible; however it is the only explanation I can think of.

I head off the final the Hostel I had booked into on the internet. I turned out to be a really good place.

Again the rain started to fall. I decided to stay in Salzburg for a while. I checked out the old town and the major sites including the Hohensalzburg Fortress, the Mozart stuff, museums and the Hellbrunn Palace (very strange).

I also when to the Europark shopping centre to buy a new el cheapo phone and maps for my onward journey through the Austrian Lakes to the Danube and own to Vienna.  That is an obscenely large shopping centre.

Hopefully the rain will stop tomorrow.

Flickr Links

Munich to Salzburg

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk2Q7MTA

Salzburg

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk2UssXw

 

 

 

 

Leaving London and off to Munich

Munich

 

Last Days in London and Off to Munich

I caught the train from Bath into London.

I made my way to SW18 by the District Line and checked into ‘My Room’. My hosts were visiting a friend nearby. I made my way there. The friend is an ex- army officer. She has recently completed the ‘Walk of St James’ in Spain. That is something to add to my ‘Bucket List’.

We then headed off to visit other friends of my hosts. They used to live in SW18, however have moved to Battersea close to the Thames. This is a happening little area. There is a lot of development going on in this part of London – a classic case of urban renewal. The USA Embassy is being relocated to this area and the old Battersea Power Station is being redeveloped into a commercial, entertainment and residential precinct.

Next day I headed into the West End for bit of a wander. In the evening I met up with an old mate from Sydney and his charming wife. They had just flown into LHR via Singapore on the first leg of a two week holiday in Europe. As it turned out, it was his 60th birthday. We went into Mayfair or celebratory drink and meal. It is great to meet up with familiar faces in different places.

On my last day in London I sorted out by stuff. This involved a big down-sizing – shedding 20 litres of clothing.

In the evening I had a meal with my hosts in the local gastro pub.

Flight to Munich

I decided to take the Tube to LHR.

Lufthansa has an interesting way of carrying bicycles. They prefer that they are ‘as is’ – that is not boxed or dismantled. This makes things a bit easier, except you don’t have the option of putting light and bulky stuff, e.g. sleeping bag in a box with the bike.

Encounter with Transit Police

I caught the S Bahn from the airport into the centre of Munich. I decided to take the U Bahn south towards my Hostel.

As I entered the train I was approached by two serious looking characters in plain clothes. They turned out to be Transit Police. They asked to see my “tickets”. I showed them my ticket. They asked to see my “bike ticket”. I explained that I was not aware that I needed a ticked for the bike.

They were still very serious as they took me off the train at the next stop and led me to the ticket machine to purchase a ticket for the bike. I asked them to use the ‘English Menu’ so I could see how it was done. They gave up and used the ‘German Menu’.   As all this was going on we chatted about the bike and my travels. They had ceased to be serious.

In the end they took me to my destination station and made sure I left using the correct exit for the hostel.

Seeing a bit of Munich

It has been a very long time since I was last in Munich (1978!!)

I took the train to Marienplatz and had a wander around the nearby streets. I just love these compact European cites. I found an outdoor restaurant and had an excellent meal.

Next day I decided to go to the Deutsche Museum. This is the science and technology museum. It is pretty good. Unfortunately, a lot of the exhibits only have information plates in German.

I the evening I went on a mini pub crawl in the Marienplatz area, including the Hofbräuhaus. A lot of the locals were intent on watching a soccer game – Bayern Munich were playing some other team. They won 2-1, and everyone was happy.

BMW Centre and Olympic Precinct

In the morning I took the train out to the Olympic Precinct. The main reason was to check out the BMW Centre. I was impressed.

The centre showcases the BMW Group products – BMWs, Minis and Rolls Royces. It is good to see that BMW is serious about electric cars.

I was particularly impressed with the motorbikes. One of my Canberra mates has a BWM RT 1100. He is very impressed with the BMW ‘Adventured ‘ series – GS 800’s and 1200’s. I am a bit partial to the Triumph equivalents.

I am now probably waivering in favour of the BMWs. I suspect that there will be a time when I get one for an epic tour.

I had a wander around the Olympic precinct. Bits of it are a bit tacky, which is a pity.

Bike Ride

I headed back to the hostel and got on my bike. I found that my head shock was totally deflated. I was told by a bloke in the Hostel Reception that “here in Bavaria everything closes at 1.00 p.m. on Saturday”. However he did know of bike shop near the Main Railway Station that stayed open a bit later.

I headed off into town. Near the Railway Station I asked a very pretty girl on a bike if she “knew where the bike shop was”. She started giving me directions. She then said, “just follow me” and rode off. She led me to the shop. How good is that?

I asked the mechanic for a tyre pump and a pump for the headshock. He appeared not to be able to speak English, but understood what I wanted. He handed over the pumps.

He had close look at the bike and said: “Cannondale (and something I assumed to be F3 frame) mit Rohloff”. He then grunted and gave a ‘thumbs up’.

Fully inflated, I headed off for a ride through the English Park. I was one of seemingly hundreds of fellow cyclists. I stopped for a rather large beer and some French Fries in a Beer Garden.

At one point I came across a bloke through a tennis ball for a black Labrador. He had attracted a large crowd. The dog was amazing. The ball was being thrown into a lake and the dog ran and jumped into lake to retrieve it. He jumped about 3 to 4 metres at a terrific speed. I asked the bloke how many times he did it. He told me “he would do it all day. I stop after about 100 times”.

Heading out of Munich

In the morning I spent an inordinate amount of time mucking around with my computer. It seems to slowdown periodically and needs to be ‘refreshed’. I suspect the processing power is not really up to running Windows 8.

I finally headed off to Bad Tolz.

I am not sure I took the best route. True to form the Garmin cannot navigate in this area.

I found a really nice Hotel run by an Italian family. The room was good and food great.

Garmin Links

http://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/572002332

http://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/573377694

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk1KArkA

 

 

 

 

Ring of Kerry and a bit more

Ring of Kerry

Cork and the Ring of Kerry

It was time to leave Dublin. After my experience with the Irish Rail Booking system (system is probably not the right word), I decided to take the bus to Cork.

On the bus I sat next to a couple of Irish women in their late 30’s. I have never heard two people talk so much for so long. They barely stopped for breath. In some respects it was a relief that their ascents were so strong, that I didn’t understand what they were saying half the time.

Cork a bit down

I had a quick look around Cork. I may be a bit quick to judge, but I was too impressed. I headed off to Blarney in light rain.

Blarney

As I arrived in Blarney it was pouring with rain. I found a pub opposite the village green and had a meal.

When the rain cleared, I headed the 5 klms or so to the Camping Ground above the town. There is pub not far from the Camping Ground and wandered of there for a pint. When I gave the Barman Eur 5.50 for a Eur 4.25 pint of Guinness he asked me what change I should give him –memories of Tasmania.

Blarney Castle

In the morning the rain finally cleared. I rode into town and went to Blarney Castle – famous for the kissing stone.

Like a good tourist I kissed the stone. There are two people involved in assisting visitors kiss the stone. What a job that is!!!!

It was late when I finally headed to Macaroon, planning to get to Killarney.   As it turned out, I fell some klms short and stayed in a hotel called the Abbey. I turned out to be quite good as there was a ‘music night’, with locals playing and singing Irish and other folk music. They were very good.

Into Killarney

It was a short ride into Killarney where I headed to the White Bridge Camping Ground. As I finished setting up I had a long chat with a family from Northern Ireland who were my neighbors . The bloke has a brother who has emigrated to Australia and is keen for him and his family to do likewise. The bloke was keen to get my opinion on just about every aspect of living in Australia.  I thought he would never stop asking questions.

I finally managed to leave and headed into town on foot.

Killarney is a real tourist town.

I popped into a pub for a quick pint. There was big Gaelic Football match on. The locals seemed to be enthralled. Knowing a bit about Aussie Rules, which is a bit similar, didn’t make following the game any easier.

I got into a conversation with a bloke from Boston who told me that he was playing in a ‘Father and Son’ golf tournament. The tournament is played on courses around the Ring of Kerry. It is big thing with people like Ian Botham and son playing.

Kenmare

I left Killarney through the National Park. There are great views of the lake on long climb. This is followed by a long ‘down’ into Kenmare.

It was pouring with rain when I arrived into the town. Due to the rain I had a very long dinner in a restaurant/bar before heading out to a farm camping site that I had noticed on the web. I was really basic but good value (EUR 5).

Caherdaniel

Next stop was Catherdaniel. This place has a really good sandy beach. The camp site overlooks the bay. My neighbors were a young Dutch couple who were on a hiking holiday.   They had walked from Killarney through the mountains.

I was impressed on several fronts.

Waterville

The road to Waterville is seriously spectacular. Check out the photos.

Waterville is famous for its golf courses. It was being used for the Father and Son tournament noted above. Waterville itself is a bit a disappointment.

Portmagee

I headed on to Portmagee which is a small town on the mainland opposite Valentia Island.

I checked into the Portmagee Hostel. It turned out to be really good. I decided to stay for a while. The Manager is a girl from Lithuania. Over the next couple of days I learned that she was in this small town as a result of meeting and marrying an Irish bloke. She indicated that she was a bit over living in such a small place.

The main attractions of the place are Skelligs Rock and Island which are about 15 klms offshore.  The rock is bird sanctuary. The island was a monastery. A couple of weeks before I arrived, the Island was being used for the filming of the next Star Wars movie. This meant that no tourists could visit the Island. This resulted in huge backbog of people wanting to take the trip that includes stopping on the island.

I had to be satisfied with a boat trip that simply went around the rock and island. That turned out to be pretty good.

I spent the next day in Portmagee.

On to Mannix Point

I finally moved on to Valentia Island and then back onto the mainland by a small ferry. I hadn’t travelled far when I stopped again at Mannix Point. This is a beautiful spot.

Strange Fair

I didn’t travel to far when I arrived in Killorglin. There was Fair going on. It is called the Puck Fair. The Puck is a goat. The Fair is a big thing for the town with lots of visitors descending on the place.

I camped about 4 klms from the town and walked in to check things out. There were a lot of seriously drunk people about when I arrived back in town.   I am not sure I would put the Puck Fair on your ‘must do’ list.

Back to Killarney

I headed back to Killarney. The last part of the ride was on a trail near the lake.

Bus to Waterford

I took the bus to Waterford via Cork. The countryside looked good. I would be worth riding through.

I had a rather ordinary ride out to a Hostel out of the town.

Long ride to Rosslare

Next day I rode to Rosslare. The route took me along the coast. It was a nice ride except for a number of passing showers that were pretty heavy. It was difficult to work out how long they would last. A couple of times I continued riding on to find the shower passed really quickly.

I hate getting wet unnecessarily.

I had a bit of ride around Rosslare before heading out to St Michaels Beach. I stayed in the camping ground which is really good.

Next to the camping ground is mobile home holiday park. It was the closest place to get a meal.

The contrast between that people that inhabited the camping ground and those in the mobile home park was profound.

Let’s say that it is probably better that the mobile park people are in one place.

Ride to ferry

 

In the morning I had a quick dash to the harbour to catch the ferry to Fishguard.

 

Flickr Links

Blarney

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk1rquRW

 

Ring of Kerry

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZPi9zZ

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk1PXYd9

 

Garmin Links

Blarney

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/557614894

Ballyvourney

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/557614845

Killarney

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/557614808

Kenmare

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/557614786

Catherdaniel

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/558892587

Portmagee

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/558892567

Boat Trip

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/559272472

Mannix Point

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/563221156

Killorglin

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/563221126

 

Killarney (2)

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/563221096

Waterford to Rosslare

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/565100085

 

 

Dublin

Dublin

Dublin

I arrived in Dublin around mid-day. It was drizzling, as to be expected, I guess.

I found my way to the Temple Bar district where my hostel was located. I had a relaxed after noon wandering around the area, checking out a few pubs. The live music started around 3.0 p.m.

The afternoon merged into the evening with more live music. Some the bands and solo singers were really good.

Tour

The next day I decided to do a walking tour put on by the hostel. I have found these to be really good in other cities. The tour took in Dublin Castle, the Protestant Cathedral, Trinity College, Parliament and a few other places.

The guide was a bit of a radical. He was very critical of the Catholic Church and the Irish politicians. He pointed to a newspaper headline saying “House Price Rise brings 45,000 out of Negative Equity”. He then went on to rail about the banks and the role they played in the 2008 Financial Meltdown. It seems that Ireland isn’t out of the woods yet.

Another Pub Night after attempting to use the Irish Rail Booking System

I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to book a ticket on Irish Rail using their on-line booking site. It is without a doubt the worst booking system on the planet. The only time you able to determine if there are any tickets available is at the point where you can make a seat allocation. This is after you enter all your person details. If there is no seat (which seemed to be almost always the case on the trains to Cork), then you have to go completely out of the site and start over. You have to re-enter your details again.

The staff at the Hostel said that the Irish Rail Booking system is national disgrace. They are right.

It the end I gave up and headed off for some beers and live music.

I think I had my fill of U2, Van Morison and Guinness that night.

Guinness Storehouse

Despite the last comment I decide to Guinness brewery tour the next day. It is a real tourist thing.

Advertising and logistics appear to be the main reason for Guinness’s success. Apparently when the company was expanding in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s it took over all the competition in Ireland and became a virtual monopoly.   Nowadays there is limited choice in Irish Pubs apart from Guinness and the lagers like Heineken, Carlsberg and, for heaven’s sake, Budweiser. There is one ale, Smithwicks that is passible.

Off to Cork

Having given up on the train, I booked a ticket on the private bus company – Aircouch to Cork. I sat next to a couple of Irish women that did not talking the whole trip – nearly 3 hours. I have never herad so much concentrated drivel in a long time.

After a short time in Cork, rode through the rain to Blarney.

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsk1r2BhM

 

 

Isle of Man

Isle of Man

 

Isle of Man

I arrived into Douglas on the Isle of Man late in the afternoon on the Steam Packet ferry.

I had researched a place to camp. It was a farm about 4 klms from the town. I decided to have a meal before heading out there.

This turned out to be long meal at the Queens Pub. Locals and other tourist were interested to chat. A young couple in the conversation had a very friendly, if somewhat daft, dog. It is a mixture of Poodle and Coker Spaniel.

I finally headed out the farm and pitched my tent in the dark

Camping on a Farm

In the morning, I had a long chat with the farmer. He told me that he had started the “camping caper” about 10 years ago when he saw other farmer do it in the TT Race weeks. He applied for a permit and the council inadvertently gave him a “year round permit”. He has not told them of their error.

The facilities are a basic as, but who cares given the cost is only GBP 5. My London host is planning to go to the Classic TT in late August. I think his wife would like the farmer charges GBP 100 too much. She would have to be paid to stay in such conditions.

Riding North

I rode into Douglas for a coffee. This wasn’t easy to find. I then headed north. I came across an on mine which is now a major tourist spot. This is because of its huge water wheel that was used to pump water from the mine. It is a classic piece of Victoria era engineering.

I decided to hop on the Electric Railway to Ramsey. This is great little ride along the coast.

The road south from Ramsey is part of the TT course. I could see why it is such a dangerous race.

Chat in Pub with TT Marshal

I found a really good camping ground and headed off to the local pub. The walls were covered with photos of bikes on the TT.

I got into conversation with the locals. One of the blokes is a marshal for both the main TT (held in May/June) and the classic TT (held in late August). He spoke a lost about both races.

One of the issues is that there is pressure to improve the roads on the course. This includes altering the ‘off camber’ corners. The bloke said that this was actually making the course more dangerous as the riders were going faster on all the corners.

Another issue was with the Classic TT. There are now a lot of replica bikes in the races. Refer to the URL below. These bikes are faster than the original bikes and the owners of the originals are starting to pull out of the races.

Brumbies v Tahs

In the morning I listened to the Brumbies Tahs rugby semi-finals on ABC Grandstand via the ABC app. How good is that?

Peel

I headed to Peel. This is a pretty ordinary place.

One thing that was interesting was a ‘boat race’. The teams had to build the boats with the same materials in two hours. They then raced across the harbour and back. It looked like lots of fun.

It poured with rain that night. It was a good test for the tent – and it did OK.

To Port Erin

I headed to Port Erin which is main town on the south of the Isle.

I started to pour with rain again. I decide to take the steam rain for some of the journey back to Douglas.

On the train I got to chat with a couple of women who were also on bikes. They were big time tourers and had also done the LEJOG and lots of rides in Europe.

Back to Douglas

It was very wet when I climbed the hill back to the camping ground on the farm outside Douglas.

Ride to Castletown

Next day I rode to Castletown and back on a loop. Castletown is nice place.

Early Start

I had to get up at 5 a.m. to pack up and head down to the ferry to Dublin. At this time of the morning, the midges are out. These are amazingly annoying insects.

I rode down to the ferry terminal scratching my legs all the way.

Tasmanian Ferry

The ferry to Dublin is one of the aluminum fast catamarans that are manufactured in Hobart. This one was originally a ferry and was converted into a Special Force ship for the US Navy. It was then converted back into a ferry.

It is a great ship.

Replica Nortons

http://www.manx.co.uk/products/manx/86bore.htm

I of M TT Classic

http://www.iomtt.com/Classic-TT.aspx

Flickr Links

Day 1

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZpfNUz

Day2

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZvDaoF

Day 3

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZwabxg

Day 4

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZvDJLx

Garmin Links

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/549331180

 

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/551369349

 

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/551694230

 

 

 

 

 

Coast to Coast Days 5 and 6

Keswick

Coast to Coast Days 5 and 6

I decided to stay a day in Keswick. The weather was glorious and it is a very nice town. I also decided to take a day off the bike and walk.

The path from the camping ground down to the town is very steep. It passed through a really great wooded area. Keswick was a classic market town. It is now a classic tourist town. There must be at least ten ‘outdoor’ shops e.g. Cotswolds similar to Kathmandu. I assume they all make money.

Pencils

One of the attractions is the Derwent Pencils Museum. I posted a comment: “who doesn’t remember owning a set of those pencils”? One of my school friends responded that she didn’t and didn’t want to be reminded of that fact. I had no response.

Bike Shops

The place has a number of bike shops. A bit like the ‘outdoor’ shops, there are possibility too many. I chatted to a 70 year old bloke in one of the shops. His grandson owns the shop and he works there part-time. Business is booming.

Tappis Place

I had a meal at a Spanish Restaurant. It was very good.

Ride out of Keswick

Finally I headed on. The route took me along the lake to the west. I came across a sailing club that seemed to be exclusively for ‘Flying 15s’. This was a class popular in the 1960’s and 70’s. I am not sure if any have been built since.

The Pleasant

I stopped for lunch at a great little country pub. The waitress picked my accent. She told me that she had spent a year in Australia, working as a nanny for a family on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland. She found that being away from the Lake District made her aware of the positive things about the place. However, she said that she definitely wanted to move to Australia.

Into Whitehaven

I rode into Whitehaven. It is on the fringe of the Lake District. The contrast is stark. It is a pretty grim place.

The main industry in the area is the Sellafield Nuclear plant.

There is a bit of building boom in Whitehaven as result of the decision to move a lot of the administrative and support staff from the Sellafield site into the town.

Down to Heysham Port

Next day I took the train down to Heysham Port. The train passed the the Sellafield plant. It looked a very grim place. I end up staying in what turned out to be a relatively expensive hotel in this very ordinary town.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sellafield

On the Ferry

Soon I was finally on the ferry to the Isle of Man.

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZm8K9y

Garmin Link

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/548125538

 

 

Coast to Coast Day 4

Lake District

Coast to Coast Day4

Coast to Coast Day 4

This was a short ride that began badly, but ends well.

I stayed in a really good holiday park near Penrith. I was surprised, however, that there was no place to have breakfast. I was told that my only option was to head into town, which I did. The options for breakfast there turned out to be: McDonalds, Waterstones (a Pub) and a café in Morrison’s (a low market supermarket). I took the last option. Do not go to Penrith if you can help it.

Great Countryside

I headed west to the real Lakes District. For some reason the C2C Route is now Route 71. Who knows why and who cares?

This is a beautiful part of the planet. On the route I came across lots of C2C cyclists heading East. At one point I saw a rather attractive woman in cycling gearing lying on the ground with her legs in the air. I asked her if she was ok. She relied: “I like being in this position”. All sorts of responses came to mind. Fortunately, I uttered none as her male partner appeared. They did tell me of a good place to stay above Keswick – Castlerigg Farm. I took their advice.

Barmy Evening in Keswick

I have just had a reasonable meal in a pub in town.

The Ale is Bitter End produced by a local craft brewery. It is not too bad.

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZTvWTv

Garmin Link

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/546537886

 

Coast to Coast Day 3

Geordie Cyclists

Coast to Coast Day3

It took me a while to leave Allenshead. The ‘Full English Breakfast’ provided by the Inn was just that- full. I also had a chat with a fellow retiree in Canberra by Skype. We all have too much time to chat.

I head west out of the town. It was a slow steady climb. At the top of a hill I came across a Dutch couple carrying even more stuff then me, including a BOB Trailer. They were heading East and hoped to do the whole route in 3 Days. Who knows what they were carrying for such a short time in the road.

At certain points on Route 7 you have the option of ‘On Road ‘ or ‘Off Road’. Given my bike was originally a Mountain Bike, I am inclined to take the ‘Off Road’ option. Yesterday that was not the best idea. Not put off, I tried to give the ‘Off Road’ option another go. As it turned out it wasn’t too bad as I descended into the village below.

The village had two things important to me – a bike shop where I was able to get a bolt to fix my front pannier rack, and a pub, for food and an Ale.

Being Heaps by some Geordies

In the pub I came across a group of blokes from Newcastle (Geordies) riding West to East. I got into a conversation with one of the blokes.

He then went over to his mates and the following ensured (the translation is included):

Geordie 1: This lad (bloke) has come from Allenshead on the Off Road track.

Geordie 2: He is daft bugger (he is a silly bloke)

Geordie 1: He is an Oz (Australian)

Geordie 2: I understand then

All Geordies: Ha Ha Ha !!!!

Geordie 1: And his Dar was a Makem (his father came from Sunderland)

Geordie 2: I doubly understand then

All Geordies: Ha Ha Ha !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

On to Penrith

After being seriously sledged by these Pommie Bastards, I headed on to Penrith. The weather was good and the countryside beautiful.

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZe9DDy

Garmin Link

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/545867610

Where did the term Mackem Come from?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackem

 

Coast to Coast Day 2

C2C Day 2

 

Coast to Coast Day 2

I woke up to find the weather was not great. The only place for breakfast in Consett appeared to be a ‘drive in’ Starbucks. I understand why most of the Starbucks in Australia have closed down. What I don’t understand why they haven’t all closed down. The one in Consett will probably stay open. That says as much about Consett as it does about Starbucks.

I retraced a bit on my ride from yesterday. This included ridding over a railway viaduct that was built in the Victorian era. It never ceases to amaze what was built in that period. The infrastructure made Great Britain Great.

The route follows what I understand was that highest railway in England. It is a rather bleak, but interesting landscape.

I stopped in a café, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. By this time the rain was teaming down. The place was full on fellow cyclists. All were heading West to East and thought it was odd that I was heading the other way.

I decided to head out into the rain. After about 200 metres my left front pannier fell off. A small bolt was that cause of the problem. I headed back to the café. I am not the best improviser when it comes to mechanical stuff. My progress was delayed.

When I was able to continue it was really pouring. There were two options on Route 7 – one on the road, the other off road. I decided to take the latter. This wasn’t the best choice. This track was so bad I was forced to walk a lot of the way. Check out the pics!!

Two groups on MTBs heading the other way stopped and told me that I was “completely mad”. As I dropped down into little village called Rookhope, I came across a bloke on a road bike. If I am “mad”, that bloke needs to be certified. He was carrying the bike. I told him that the track only got worse. He seemed to not believe me. I am sure he will survive, but hewill rue his decision to take that option.

Rookhope has a pub and a Bunk House. The former is closed. The latter turned out to fully booked. The owner, a very earnest woman with a very active Black Labrador dog was concerned about my welfare and rang around to find me accommodation.

The result is that I am at the Allenshead Arms – well fed and my tent pitched out the back. The place is full of C2C cyclists.

Flicker Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZJU9Sw

 

Garmin Link

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/544924553

Coast to Coast Day 1

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Coast to Coast Day 1

I stayed in St Chads in Durham University for couple of days. This is the second time that I have stayed in the university. The first time was two years ago. The accommodation is in the student residences. They are really comfortable and great value.

Durham is a great town. It is built around the Cathedral and the university. There are a great pubs and places to eat.

On my second day I took the bus into Sunderland to see where my family lived. I will blog about this in another post.

Great Music

That night I spent some time in a great little pub watching a live band. The lead singer was girl with a touch of ‘Janis Joplin’. They were really good. They did a great version of the Stone’s ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’.

Yesterday I spent some time having a chat with an old mate in Canberra. We are both looking forward to a Brumbies win in the Super Rugby tonight.

Chester Le Street

I finally got on the bike and headed north to Chester Le Street. I stopped by the cricket ground. This is now a Test Match ground. It is pretty small and modern, however it is in a great location with views to Lumley Castle.

I then rode up to the Castle which has been a hotel for a long time. I can vividly recall staying there with my parents in 1977. Dad invited to dinner some blokes who worked with him when has was doing his apprenticeship in the 1930’s. As the nigh went on, and more pints of Newcastle Brown were consumed, he slowly slipped back into his Sunderland accent. At the end of the night I couldn’t understand anything that was being said.

On to the C2C Route

Leaving Chester Le Street, I got on to Sustrans Route 7 which is the ‘Coast to Coast’ Route from the East to West coasts of England. It is one of the most popular routes in the Sustans network.

By late afternoon I made it to Consett. I had a bit of difficultly find the Camping Ground suggested on the Sustrans guide. As usual I will blame the Garmin.

 

Flickr Link

https://flic.kr/s/aHsjZbqkRL

 

Garmin Link

 

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/544533717