Across Finland

Across Finland

Anton had had a date the night before and had not come back to the island. I had his keys, and so sat around waiting for him, but after almost an hour and no e-mail back I hid the keys and rowed back to my bike (having to do three trips to let me row to the bike, lock one boat up, swap boats, row back, drop the keys off and then go back to my bike. It also helped that I forgot one of my panniers which I somehow didn’t realise until I landed). I can ride, but I’m a long way from Sir Redgrave

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Tallinn-ho!

Tallinn-ho!

Having said farewell to Evgeniy & Nastya, my hosts in St Petersburg, the ride west to the border with Estonia was unremarkable, taking a largish road that cut through more forest and the entertainment was listening to my new podcasts. I spent the evening in my tent, put in a wooded area near a statue to the Great Patriotic War, at the suggestion of some firemen that I spoke to. Their station was in the middle of a large number of soviet-era apartment buildings (not saying much considering

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Through mud and potholes

Through mud and potholes

The next few days proved an interesting challenge for my rear wheel, with a ridiculous number of potholes that I’d be focused on avoiding and then still end up landing in. It was so bad in parts that it was actually a relief when the surface turned to light sand, although the washboard parts weren’t fun, as at least I would hopefully not worsen the crack. I’d not been seeing many bike shops, although that was possibly partly because I wasn’t seeing much of anything other

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Starting in Germany

Starting in Germany

My wiggle through Germany started by bouncing into Aachen, a city that was heavily hit in World War 2. It would be a consistent theme through my time in Germany, but Aachen did a good job of showing it with old shells of buildings being retained and used as part of the new constructions. I was only there shortly, arriving on Saturday afternoon and leaving Sunday morning, but staying with my Warmshowers hosts, Bernd & Sabine, meant that it wasn’t until almost noon that I left. Sunday

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Exhaustedly pushing on

Exhaustedly pushing on

I woke up a couple of times during the night needing to go to the loo, and then again at 4am. I’d been told to put my mat on the floor of the room that the caretaker slept in, and given the pile of flags that normally fly from the municipal building to use as a pillow. Well, at 4am, the caretaker decided to start chatting away, I responded a little before rolling over and back to sleep, but at just past 5:30am he did the same. He had been excited to have a foreigner sleeping in the same

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