\u00a0 This trip stemmed from my desire to go to the World Cup in Germany but due to not earning much money working in a Peruvian restaurant I figured the cheapest way to do it would be on a bike. Also, when I finished my cycle across the UK I felt fed up of cycle touring but I soon forgot about the hardship and when I reminisced about the experience I yearned for more. I decided to make the trip length longer than 4 weeks and to add a bit of spice by going to Germany via Rome, although during the first few weeks of the trip I seriously doubted my decision to do another tour.<\/p>\n

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The first 5 days of the trip were pretty tough, I had to battle against icy cold winds, tonnes of rain and even some snow but I was rewarded with sleeping a night in a former Nazi defense post and visiting some of the D-Day beaches and grave yards full of Allied troops.<\/p>\n

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I spent the second week cycling through endless farmland and a couple of National Parks. I took a couple of days to cycle through the Loire valley via the chateaus du Chobord, du Blois, Amboise and the charming Chatallion sur Indre before cycling into the Brenne National Park.<\/p>\n
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I only spent 2 nights in a hotel room on the entire trip (not including time in the Czech Republic and Germany when I was visited by loved ones). The 2nd night was only 5 days after the fireman incident when I wasn\u2019t feeling so good and really needed some warmth. I struggled to cycle all day battling against hills and annoying weather as well as feeling progressively worse, then when I stopped to take a leak I was electrocuted by a Fence, so when I cycled into a small town and found a room for \u20ac30 I couldn\u2019t resist.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0 Sleeping a night in the warmth did me good, I cycled on feeling much better but things didn\u2019t get easier as I continued to battle the cold, wet weather, crossing really hilly land and problems with my diabetes. I got stuck up a mountain after Aurillac having to sleep in a little wooded area in Carlat to hide from the rain, which didn\u2019t help as next morning I woke up shivering in a puddle. Some of the highlights of the last decade are moments that I look back on and think bloody hell that was hard, how did I manage that? Many of these moments are related to cycle trips and some of the conditions I have made myself camp in, for this reason Camping in Aurillac is one of my highlights and the day after was a turning point as the weeks of rain and mountains relented.<\/p>\n
The \u2018Grotte de Lascaux\u2019 caves were impressive with its cave paintings that are tens of thousands of years old, then after that I cycled through the Cevennes National Park to reach Nimes. I quickly admired Nimes and Arles with the impressive aqueduct and other Romans ruins\u00a0 then went straight through the dilapidated Aix en Provence, finishing my third week by arriving at the Mediterranean coast in Toulon. From Toulon I continued cycling along the hilly Mediterranean coast taking 3 days to reach Italy. I passed through Cannes and Nice quite quickly as they were a little too touristy and then I ended up sleeping a night in a strange park in Monaco which was full of sculptures.<\/p>\n
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Not much happened between Rome and San Marino although Urbino was a very nice medieval, gothic-style town with sloping streets much like Siena. It rained for fecking days causing me to sleep in an abandoned house one night because I was so soaked my feet were wrinkled.<\/p>\n
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I ate my Italian Corn Flakes commenting that \u2018they were not bad, but the milk was funny tasting\u2019 but considering I only paid 70 cents for a 375g bag what did I expect. I passed Ravenna, famous for its mosaics, then I had a couple of days cycling through swamp country on the way to Venice and I got absolutely annihilated by the mossies.<\/p>\n<\/div>
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My 3 days in Slovenia were difficult just because my physical condition was poor. I visited the Postojna Caves, well a small section of them as it was 17 Euros to enter the main caves, and then the capital, Ljublana with its nice buildings and the best thing, the dragon bridge.<\/p>\n
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One thing I noticed while cycling through Slovenia was the towns don\u2019t exist or a very scattered, I mean you cycle passed the \u2018Welcome to Vrincekov \u2018 sign but there\u2019s nothing along the road until you pass the \u2018Thank you for coming to Vrincekov\u2019 sign. There\u2019s just lots of pretty woodland and farms, (with much of the farming done manually) and Slovenia was generally a very beautiful country, I just wasn\u2019t in the condition and therefore mood to enjoy it. On day 50 I cycled up to the Loiblpass at 1369 metres and entered Austria.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I crossed the mountains into Austria but it was quite a struggle cycling while still recovering from being ill. My stomach was dodgy and digesting annoyingly slowly, making enough gas to power a hot air balloon and it also ached like mad, especially when I was climbing. My heart just wasn\u2019t in it, but Crossing the Alps<\/strong> was a highlight because I started to feel better and the scenery was fantastic; alpine woods, log cabins, hills, rivers, all very pretty. Other highlights were the town of Halstatt<\/strong> and Seeing an American Family Take Photos of Themselves Outside mc\u2019donalds<\/strong>, I like the moments when I come across people living a completely different existence to me.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Alps are tiered, so I had to cross two different passes, one at Flattnich and one at Obertauern. On Night 51, I made a bed of straw, 1cm thick, on the floor of a wooden hut\/barn, set in a really nice valley at the foot of a huge climb.<\/p>\n
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I woke early and jumped on the saddle for 9am and started the climb up to Obertauern. It was a gorgeous ascent, really steep in parts but fantastic mountain scenery. Obertauern was a huge, closed ski resort so I sat for a while at the top looking at a really nice shaped mountain.The descent down was quick and painless and I arrived in Radstadt, a nice valley town in time for pate sarnies. I then cycled up and down, round another stunning snow covered mountain before another big climb over a couple of toes, of the huge Mount Dachstein, to enter into the lake district.<\/em><\/p>\n
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The old centre of Salzburg was nice, also a world heritage site with lots of nice building, including the bright yellow house where Mozart was born. Salzburg is famous for Mozart and \u2018The sound of Music\u2019 but I haven\u2019t seen the film and couldn\u2019t pick out a Mozart number for love nor money so I soon continued on cycling. I spent a couple of days following the river Danube until I arrived in Vienna where I stayed 4 nights with a travel buddy from South America then on day 62 I cycled 63 miles north into the Czech Republic.<\/p>\n
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The next day I cycled through more beautiful scenery and crossed into Germany at about 5pm to continue along the cycle paths following the Elbe. I spent the next week cycling deeper into Germany to meet my Dad and Uncle Paul who had driven over from England for the football. I met them on Day 87 and drove around Germany with them for a week while the World Cup was on. During this time I remember many highlights, Wrestling with a Badger<\/strong> just before I met them, the Longest Distance I have Cycled in a Day<\/strong>, Visiting Colditz POW Camp<\/strong> and the cities of Nurnberg<\/strong>, Bamberg<\/strong> and Berlin<\/strong>, plus Experiencing the<\/strong> World Cup <\/strong>was a big highlight.<\/p>\n
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On Day 96 Dad and Paul dropped me in Hannover where we said Bon Voyage and I went to a festival in Schlee\u00dfel with a friend who I met in Honduras. First I cycled to the wrong town (Schee\u00dfel not Schlee\u00dfel) but I eventually arrived and parked my tent among the 1000s already there and over the next few days I saw the Artic monkeys, Seeed, The Hives and Manu Chau as part of the 3 day line-up. On the last night there was a huge storm and everything got soaked and most of my electrical equipment was ruined.<\/p>\n
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