After decades of living and working in wonderful San Francisco we gave it all up to travel the world. Not owning a car allowed us to save money and live hyper-locally. Now we’re living around the globe. Follow along to see where we are and what cats I manage to pet.
In San Francisco posing in front of someone else’s house. It must have been some party! Real snow and trees.
I’m writing on Christmas Eve day, looking back on six weeks of time in the US so far. Chicago, Colorado, California, and now Washington. Thanksgiving and Christmas this year are times to get together with friends and family, to try to renew the bonds which constant travel can fray, and catch up on small and large life events which feel like the very important glue holding relationships together.
Family Thanksgiving photo, Colorado.Gorgeous White Park cow waiting for their water trough to fill.They look like panda cows.
To dip in and out of folks’ lives like we do can be challenging. To us the traveling, the changing locations and adapting to a new place is just life, it’s what we’ve been doing for almost two and a half years. But what’s it like for our friends and family to have us plop down in their houses and let out a big sigh and say repeatedly how lovely it is to be somewhere familiar?
Uh. You coming out to throw my ball? Soon?The Getty Center in Los Angeles. The week after Thanksgiving can be a great time to visit attractions – not crowded at all.Rich and our niece pondering life and the view. Mercedes Dorame’s installation Woshaa’axre Yaang’aro (Tongva for “looking back”).
How tired are they of our travel tales? Are we getting insufferable? When, we hear from some friends, are we going to settle down? Get jobs again? Do some volunteer work? Something other than this constant travel and adventure and fun.
Wildwood Regional Park, Thousand Oaks California. The creek is an oasis for wildlife. And us.
Short answer- not right now. Two plus years in and we’re still very content with our lives. We visit our storage unit when we’re back in SF (it’s actually in Walnut Creek), roll up the door and say “So much stuff!”. It’s not really that much stuff, the unit is only 10×15 feet, and we carefully considered what was worth storing and liberated the rest. We swap out some clothing and shoes, exclaim over the things we can see, oh look at that chair, my favorite. And then we roll the door back down, lock it, and leave.
San Francisco City Hall in festive red and green. An SF Victorian decked out for the holidays.
We do miss nesting, especially around the holidays. Having a place set up to your own specifications, the things you want close to hand, comfortable furniture to enjoy. This is where house sitting, through Trusted Housesitters, becomes such a joy. With careful planning we can find sits in places we want to be for the holidays, Christmas in Seattle this year, near good friends with whom we will stay before and between two house sits. Right now, for Christmas, we have a lovely kitty to cuddle, and a comfortable house to enjoy and look after for the homeowners.
SF leans in to Christmas lights. And the buildings wear them well.
And what’s next? As we were boarding a flight from Denver to Burbank a few weeks ago Rich was trying to book flights for us from Singapore to Geneva in March. The website was not cooperating and he was frantically trying to get the payment through before we got to the gate agent. His boarding pass is on the phone. The tickets to Geneva are almost on his phone. I teased him, you know you have a travel problem when you’re booking tickets for a flight while boarding a flight. It’s not a problem, he corrected me. I did it.
Snowflake pine decorations! Super cute.
Rich is working on our onward travels. SF to Taiwan. Borneo, Malaysia. Somewhere somewhere, and Singapore to Geneva via Istanbul in March. To be reunited with our touring bicycles. We look forward to bike touring so much.
Our sweet elder kitty at sit number one. The heating vent is Maggie’s favorite spot.Sunny with a view. The Happy Travelers in Seattle.
Our end of year list of countries as traveled: USA, Taiwan, Thailand, India, Sri Lanka, Japan, South Korea, USA, Switzerland, France, Germany, Chezia, Germany, Belgium, Netherlands, UK, France, Albania, North Macedonia, USA. Happy Holidays wherever you may be.
Walking across the border from Albania to North Macedonia, on Lake Ohrid.
When we decided to do all our Albanian travel by bus and an occasional taxi, we knew it wasn’t going to be the easiest way to travel, but as we say to each other “We may see fewer places, but we will experience more”. The trip to Lake Ohrid was a great example of more experiences.
See more of less. Ooooh, travel motto t-shirt? Have I loved every bus trip? No. They have their ups and downs. Occasional motion sickness, drivers who smoke. But the pay off is that we both get to sightsee, we get to experience the same transportation the locals use, and you never know what your day will be like. Seamless? Almost seamless? Complete mess? Who knows? So off we go.
Pogradec Albania, the bus station where we arrived from Korçë. Step one.Loading our bags into a taxi. Or just a car. Not really sure. Step two.
We walked to the bus station in Korçë, and quickly caught our bus to Pogradec. A town at the foot of Lake Ohrid. When we got off the bus in Pogradec, Albania, and walked towards the street, the driver of another bus asked us “Tirana?” No, Ohrid, we replied. He hooked his thumb towards another guy, “Ask him, he’s the boss.” The Boss agreed to drive us to the border for 1,000 Lek, or $10.00. Albania is a fascinating contradiction of confusing yet surprisingly hassle free. Tourism is still pretty new here, so bus schedules are not set in stone or well documented, but there seems to be very little scamming or property crime directed at tourists. This was a good example, we didn’t even leave the bus parking lot and the first person we interacted with sorted us out. A bit gruff, but helpful.
Lake Ohrid, first glimpse.A welcome sign at the North Macedonia border.
The Boss dropped us right at the border and we put on our backpacks and lined up behind a car and three day tripping Italian tourists (no luggage), and had our passports stamped. Then it was about a kilometer long walk to the North Macedonia border control.
Approaching the North Macedonia border control on foot, step three.Taking a trail down off the road to Monastery Saint Naum, where we think we can catch a bus to Ohrid.Crossing the springs which feed into the lake and are a destination and popular sight.The minibus was easy to find. Second and final bus of the day! Step four.Step 4.5, try to get in to apartment. We didn’t have cell coverage in Ohrid so Rich had to buy a coffee and use a cafe WiFi to reach the apartment manager. And walk down and back up the hill again.And a cup of tea on our balcony overlooking the lake. Successful transition. We were excited to get out and walk the streets, first stop was the Church of Holy Mother, Kamensko. Devotional candles.No photos inside, but the outside was beautiful.With a sweeping view across the town to the mountains.The main street is a lovely pedestrian promenade. And the evening walk, xjiro in Albanian, is popular.Hanging out by the ferry dock as the sun sets.Still buying wine for the label.Dusk from our balcony.
We had originally planned on 3 nights in Ohrid but switched to 4 nights for two main reasons, we liked our little apartment, which had a kitchen shared with two other units, and we were meeting up with other travelers from a Facebook group I belong to, Go With Less. We’ve done meet ups a few times and it’s always been really fun. You automatically have so much in common with other constant travelers, you get to trade tips, and share stories without having to explain what it is you’re doing.
The traditional old buildings in Ohrid have increasing floor space on each level, leading to this fun streetscape where the top floors of buildings across the street from each other are almost touching.I like the streetlights which mimic the building silhouette. Some people thought they were a bit cheesy, but not me.
Ohrid is an UNESCO Cultural World Heritage site and has enough fascinating places to keep a visitor busy for several days, more if you enjoy walking the hills and coastal path, as we did. And if you like friendly cats, this is your town.
Oh, hello. Where to start?How about the ancient theater. Quite a view from the seats.Up to Samuel’s Fortress (Самоилова тврдина) for a view over the city.Rich surveys the town. N. Macedonia wins the big flag award. They fly impressively huge flags, very eye catching.Down a trail and we pass by the Church of Saints Clement and Panteleimon (Православна црква „Свети Климент и Пантелејмон“). And the Church of Saint John the Theologian (Црква „Свети Јован Богослов“). Are you starting to understand how many churches there are in Ohrid? Apparently at one time there were 365 churches, one for each day of the year. The stone paved coast path is a lovely walk.Back to the main street for a snack. Our old friend from Turkey – a Simit! Called a gjevrek here. Checking out the promenade south of town, also a great space.And a break for tea and coffee at the cafe where we used the wifi. And discovered how friendly some of the cats are.That night we had dinner with fellow travelers Doris, Ron, Peter, and Karen – all super nice Canadians. We met up again the next evening as well.
Get ready for a lot of cat photos. Our final day’s walk involved so many cats who were happy to be pet, to be picked up (unusual for free roaming cats), and would purr in my arms.
Heading out along the boardwalk. First victim! Hello beautiful.I didn’t make it very far before this one needed a cuddle too.Then we were handed off to the cat who hangs out at the Chuch of St. John the Theologian. I shall lounge here and look aloof. No you won’t! Come here kitty!Rich is now saying “Put the cat down. Let’s keep walking.”Kitty says “Me too?” They stopped at the edge of their territory. Lunch break in town. The pot of beans is called Tavche Gravche. A traditional Macedonian dish made with beans, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. Delicious. After a post lunch nap and shower it was back out to find more cats to pet. And visit Church of Holy Mary Peryvleptos Црква „Богородица Перивлепта“ which had amazing frescoes but didn’t allow photos inside.The view from the church plaza, more of the traditional houses.One last kitty to wish us farewell, and we were off back to Albania. The Happy Travelers at Samuel’s Fort.
We’re just headed back to Tirana now, but the next post will cover Elbasan, a decidedly non- touristy city, and Berat, the City of Windows.
Rich did a great job plotting our stops around Albania and North Macedonia. Tirana the northernmost heart, on the coast heading south – Vlorë, Himarë, Sarandë, then inland to Gjirokastër, Korçë, Ohrid, Elbasan, Rebat and back to Triana. Phew!
Always happy to be off the bus and in a new place.
As Rich wrote about in the previous post, Albania is changing a lot. Part of that change is how many people are emigrating. When the Albanian borders opened in 1990, following the collapse of the Communist government, a multi decade long period of closed borders, people could finally leave. They could and did. Articles we have read state that up to 40% of the country’s population has left since 1991.
A view from the bus at Finiq, on the way from Sarande to Gjirokaster.
This hollowing out of towns isn’t apparent from the places we’ve visited so far, which are gaining more attention from tourists who bring money in. We see new hotels and guesthouses, restaurants that are seasonal for the tourist demand, and a younger generation who speak English well. Like our 13 year old waiter. When I asked how he learned English, he said he learned in school and had a tutor. Don’t think from my saying he was the best waiter we had so far that service in Albania is rude or non-existent, it’s neither. We find people working in restaurants and hotels to be straightforward and honest. Sure paying your bill can take a while, but that has to do with not rushing customers. You see that at any of the many cafes, it’s acceptable to sit for hours over a cup of coffee. No one will make you feel rushed.
We walked up from the bus, and I do mean up. Rich in front of Hotel Argyropolis, a newly renovated and delightful place we enjoyed very much.From our room we overlooked the sweep of town down to the Drino River Valley and the mountains.
What made this young waiter stand out was the way he interacted with customers, I think the restaurant was his aunt’s, during breaks he was playing with a young child he said was his cousin. When a better table opened up he asked a newly seated couple if they would like to move to the other table. He was snappy, took orders on his phone, recommended dishes and let us know when we were ordering too much food. He impressed us and the table near us, Canadian and British guys also on their first visit to Albania.
Gjirokaster is tourist gold. So picturesque.Steep narrow lanes with cobblestones all done in the 1960s.
There are a lot of buildings still in need of repair. Some might see derelict buildings, we saw opportunities. This is a wonderfully unique city.We were happy to walk up and down the hills and admire the buildings.What a vista. Traditional buildings and a minaret. I joke that walking with Rich is like a PacMan game. You walk until you hit a dead end or roadblock, then turn and walk some more.How many photos of buildings in need of updating are too many? Look at that view!
We only had two nights in Gjirokaster, but we certainly made the most of our day and a half in terms of miles walked. The castle has a good history museum. Well worth a visit.
A view of the castle, and the view from the castle shows how strategic the location is. A new road project connecting the upper part of town to the valley. We continue to be impressed with the attention paid to wide sidewalks here in Albania. You can see the walkway to the left of the road.Changes are happening, but you can still park your camper van below the castle and enjoy the town.Walkers are well rewarded with views like this.And finding a lovely entryway with grape vine arbors overhead is another reward for climbing the hills.The weathered green paint, the well kept stone roof, the view of the castle – a photographer’s dream. Sorry, just me with my little iPhone. I love this drawing of Gjirokaster by the artist Chris Hassler. You can find him on instagram @kristogjiro . I want this on a t-shirt, a tea towel, as a print for a wall, or as wallpaper. I’m seriously fascinated with this artwork. And the real slopes and buildings. The tower house buildings are very unique. The windowless bottom floor was to keep warring clans at bay, and the roof drains to cisterns in the bottom floor.Zekate House (Shtëpia e Zekatëve), a tower house building which is a museum. The view from the top floor clarifies the commanding position of this tower house.A grand reception room on the top floor.
I love a museum loaded with tidbits of information. The castle museum did not disappoint. Not only did we get a good overview of Albanian history, which is fraught and loaded with emotion and perseverance, but also nuggets of local culture and realities.
A rainy morning, but we were armed with knowledge that locals recommend stepping on the black stones when it’s raining. They are not slippery like the pink and white stones.Rich keeping to the black stones to check out a tower building closer up.Cafe kitty also keeping to the black stones.Yes, still taking pictures of the stone buildings. Everywhere you turn they catch your eye.Eye level with garden chickens. The museum alerted us to this use of tin sheets left over from cutlery production at the tin factory. An extra layer of garden fence. The tin factory closed at some point after the fall of communism.
The closing of communist government supported factories, like the tin factory, is another reason for the stagnation of Albania’s economy. Who can blame folks for wanting more opportunity and a better chance for success in another country? But we meet a young man like our waiter in a beautiful city like Gjirokaster and see a future for him running his own hospitality business here in Albania. A future that doesn’t involve leaving his country. It’s a bigger problem than mere tourist spending can fix, but once we’ve visited a place we will always be pulling for the success of the people there. And always be reminded of how quickly things can change.
Mid bus journey rest break in Leskovik, on our way from Gjirokaster to Korçë.Lovely tree fountain in Leskovik.The bus, hood up once again, but still we rolled along.
Getting from Gjirokaster to Korçë was a scenic trip on a bus that was threatening to break down the entire four hour journey. The driver popped the hood 15 minutes before departure time and he another man had a loud discussion. Our first stop was a service station for more oil to pour under the hood. The engine only stopped once on the trip, and our worries of being stranded on a mountain pass did not come to be. Cracking the bus nut in Albania is hard, and Rich has been struggling, frustrated, successful, and confused each time we need to transit. So many people depend on these small buses, car ownership is very low, but for visitors it’s challenging to make sense of timetables and locations. We long for the regional bus stations of Mexico.
Hey look!A regional bus station! Go Korçë.
Korçe is not a big tourist destination but it’s a vibrant city with an extensive old town with recently re-cobbled streets. It’s at an altitude of 850 m (2,790 ft), and surrounded by the Morava Mountains.
Katedralja Ortodokse “Ringjallja e Krishtit”, the main Albanian Orthodox Church in Korçë. A lovely pedestrian street leads up to the Church.The cobblestone streets were charming, if a bit tough to walk on.Also home to the famous beer brewery, Birra Korca. As you can see, the spelling of place names varies. Celebrating Rich’s birthday at the Birra Korçë beer garden. The draft pale.And the dark, only available in cans this season.
We headed up out of town for a hike, although the weather was fine the air was hazy from agricultural burning in advance of predicted rain.
Good luck, says Korçë cat. A graveyard above town with a freedom fighter statue.The terrain reminded us both of Southern California. Golden hills and dry looking mountains. A warning to keep nature clean.Am I happy on this hike or faking joy? (It was steep and warm.)Thankfully there was an opportunity to fill up our bottles.And a café at the Mountain Lodge where Rich went local by dumping sugar into his coffee.
Although the hike up the mountain wasn’t my favorite (sunny, dry, on a road), on the hike back down to town we detoured through Drenovë, a town which looked as if it hadn’t changed in decades.
The reluctant hiker happy again.Drenovë had an old church which had escaped destruction during the communist era. Our fearless tour guide, Rich.And just down the street, a Mosque. Such a variety of stone work. A stone wall topped by a stone roof. The traditional stone roofs are not anchored down, the stones hold each other in place. If you have a leak, you climb up and rearrange the stones. An autumnal themed cat hoping you share your meal. A last walk around town during the evening Xhiro, when folks take to the streets to walk and greet each other. And off to the bus station for a journey across the border to North Macedonia.
We’ll be back to Albania after our trip to North Macedonia. I can’t help but wonder if Albania could have a trajectory like Ireland. The hard decades when all the youth were leaving could transform to a thriving economy and people returning with skills, ideas, and money to invest. We shall see, but for now, off to another bus! And a taxi. And a hike. And a bus. More on that day in the next blogpost.
Picnic spots of the world. Relaxing along the Loire River.
We got a bit spoiled with the bike infrastructure riding out of La Boule – Escoublac, Brittany. As we continue to happily notice, France is really stepping up their bicycle and pedestrian game. It’s so nice to feel welcomed and cared for while bike touring. And it sure looks as if it’s having an impact on local trips made by bicycle in towns we went through.
The newly redone section of La Boule – Escoublac promenade. Even more bike and ped space.A new section of off street cycle path in Pornichet. Saint-Nazaire continues the bicycle love. The port in the distance.
We were headed to Saint-Nazaire to cross the bridge over the mouth of the Loire River and hang a left up the river path. We’ve ridden other sections of the Loire in years past, and had been impressed with how wild and wide sections of the river are. Our last ride on the Loire was downriver towards the Bay of Biscay and the North Atlantic Sea, but we ran out of time before we could reach the end. This time we would start at the mouth, or delta, and head up river. But first, we had to get to and cross the Pont de Saint-Nazaire. A big bridge accessible through the working port.
Into the port area, bike lanes still apparent.Oh. New signage. Watch out for workers walking.Love this.
Let’s talk about how difficult it can be to get info on cycling conditions. We’ve faced challenging bridges before, and even been shuttled over bridges. We knew this one would be tough, but Rich couldn’t find many photos or info online about the actual lanes or shoulders, other than to see it was not great, and we hadn’t seen any other bike tourists for a while so no asking for first hand experiences. As we got to the approach of the bridge there was a bus stop with information on the shuttle bus with bike trailer that ran from May through September 24, all week, and then on weekends only. It was Friday, September 29. Yup. We’d have to ride. I have no photos of our ride across the bridge. As I was concentrating on staying as far right in the 2 foot shoulder as I could, without bashing my panniers into the guardrail, I briefly considered snapping a photo but decided I would rather live. It was pretty nasty. French drivers are good, but the lane configuration was one lane in our direction, two lanes in the other, and a closed lane on the far side.
That face says “F***k. We made it.”Yikes! That was not fun.
If we had been riding the other direction we would have had an empty lane next to us, but in our direction we were next to a lane of car and truck traffic. I could see that the drivers were passing Rich as carefully as they could, and pulling into the oncoming lane when they could, but Rich, ahead of me, couldn’t see how I was getting along.
Once we got across and looked back I had two thoughts: damn, that sucked, and oh, that’s why the red stripes on the cute worker emblems on the path. It’s the paint job of the bridge.
We met two French cycle tourists heading towards the bridge later that day who said they had booked a shuttle, with a taxi company, we finally figured out. So that would be my recommendation to anyone interested in crossing the Saint-Nazaire Bridge by bike when the shuttle bus is off season, especially if is windy (which thankfully it was not on our crossing).
That bridge is on our list: Do not ride. Ah…La Loire à Vélo. Recovering with a pastry and juice break.Historic and still active fishing shacks, with crane nets, in the delta of the river. Modern port activities across the river, historic shacks on our side.
With the bridge behind us we headed up the Loire, enjoying the wide open grassy marshlands and plenty of bird life. Our destination for that night was Nantes.
Good signage. Nantes here we come.
Hunting season starts in France in September, which is when we are usually bike touring. We had seen boar hunts in the past and got out of the area as quickly as we could. This trip we saw even more hunting going on since we were right at the beginning of the season opening.
Look out for cyclists, tractors, and hunters.High visibility vest does double duty.
It was a bit nerve wracking to ride a stretch between Mt. St. Michel and St. Malo and have hunters shooting in the fields on either side of us. That’s when we got out our fluorescent accessories, which are always a good thing to have with you when cycling.
Along the Loire it was boar hunting. Complete with baying hound dogs and signs along the road.Some recent hunting tragedies mean the rules have tightened up a bit, this boar hunt looked to be very organized.Free ferry across the river at Le Pellerin to get to Nantes.Drat. Too short a ferry ride to even get my book out.Not every stretch of road is picturesque. Coming in to Nantes along the train tracks, still a nice bike lane though.
If you are ever looking for a lovely city in France that is less crowded, and a bit more off the tourist radar, we highly recommend Nantes. We spent two nights there and were very impressed with work that’s been done in the past few decades to make the city greener and give it a really pleasant ambiance. I think it’s another of those places to visit that the French are well aware of but maybe no one tells the tourists? Well, we’re telling you – it’s lovely. So many beautiful streets in the old town and lovely plazas where people gather, bike lanes, trams, and even with a World Cup Rugby match on it was super enjoyable.
One of the streets of Feydeau, previously an island in the river until the arms of the river around it were filled in between 1926 and 1946.Another street in Feydeau, looking north towards Centre-Ville.A rest day means we get to visit sights, like Les Machines de l’Île , on an actual river in the Loire. A steampunks dream. Here, a spider to give you nightmares.An old industrial site houses loads of mechanized wood and metal animals, which the workers load up with visitors and operate. Ever wanted to ride a giant ant?This heron raised up on a gantry crane and “flew” with passengers on the back and in the two baskets.Beautiful old buildings.Tree shaded plazas with streetcars.Château des ducs de Bretagne. I do love a moat.Off to the train station. We need a boost to get us back to our home base near Geneva. Enough lallygagging. Bikes loaded on the hooks (our least favorite train set up – notice how far Rich’s handlebars stick out into the aisle.).On the train and still travel planning. 90 kms later and off at Angers. Three cheers for a ramp off the platform. So much easier then elevators.The high water mark from an 1856 flood. We stopped for the water tap but I appreciate a good flood information board.“It was after the big flood of the Loire in 1150 that Henri II Plantagenêt, Count of Anjou and King of England, ordered the construction of a dyke all along the Northern part of the riverside.” Riding on the levee was fascinating.We were headed to Saumur for the night.
Once a delicate San Franciscan always a delicate San Franciscan. The weather was lovely, if a bit warm for us. 82f/26c as we rode along, and a bit hotter in the afternoon. Thankfully as we rode up river we entered the Tuffeau stone region: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuffeau_stone Where there is tuffeau there are caves created by the mining of tuffeau stones. Where there are caves there are streams of cold air coming out of the caves to cool hot cyclists.
Ahhh. Natural air conditioning. People have been living in the caves since quarrying or mining of the stone began in the 11th century.
Riding along and getting a blast of cold air, sometimes from a cave you couldn’t even see through the undergrowth, or from one set up as storage for nearby cave house dwellers, called les troglodytes, was very refreshing. We didn’t swim in the Loire, but we did stop and wade into the refreshing water and tried to convince the small fish to nibble our toes – no luck.
The school of fish were curious but cautious.It’s nice to arrive at your hotel in time to shower and relax. Rich is in the swimming pool. Château De Saumur in the background.
The lovely light color of the tuffeau stone is luminous in the evening light. After a nice galette dinner we walked up to the Château to admire the view and watch bats swirl around the walls.
Another advantage of a post dinner visit is having the Château to ourselves.Rich admiring the view of the Loiré.You’d think we’d be tired, but no, plenty of energy to take flattering evening light photos.I’m distracted by the bats.Loaded up and ready to go.
We were starting our last full day of cycle touring, from Saumur to Villandry, about 55 kms. It was going to be another pretty hot day so we wanted to get going and try to beat the afternoon heat. From Villandry it would be a short ride to Tours to catch a train to Lyon, one night in Lyon, and catch a train to Geneva.
Back to our river path.Making some good time through the shady trees.Wait! What’s this? Troglodyte Route? No way! The bike route goes into the cave. Well there goes any idea of a fast day.It was an old road for commerce winding into the mountain. Where rock had been mined people set up houses and food storage.Rich ducking under an impressive fig tree. Notice the door and house number to the right.Out to the sunshine again.The little driveways leading to cave houses are so intriguing.The cave houses stay the same temperature year round. Nice on a hot day like this one.
The former quarries or mines have been turned into houses, restaurants, wine cellars, and mushroom growing caves.
Really good info plaques. Of course I don’t speak French so I have to stop and Google translate each one. We’ve made it less than 7km so far.So unique. So shaded. So cool.A good pictorial of the history of the caves. Of course I still had to translate it. Not getting far this morning. They had little stone buildings in the vineyards connected to a shaft down which they tossed the grapes to the press. We emerged from the cave streets of Souzay and were in the vineyards. It was harvest and crush season and trucks were trundling to and fro.Grapes ready to harvest.
We both noticed that our tires were making funny noises and both thought we’d gotten flats. That slightly velcro noise a bike tire makes as it’s losing air. Worrying. But we realized that the trucks carrying grapes, and carrying stems post crush, had left a sticky residue on the streets which was now stuck to our tires making them sticky. We’ll take sticky grape juice over a flat tire any day.
Nice pavement. A bit sticky though.Stems dumped on the edge of a field. You could smell the crush everywhere. That wonderful ‘making wine’ smell.Art galleries and restaurants. All in caves. We will definitely come back to this area again. Back to the river. A shady bench to take a break. A well timed picnic table for our lunch stop. We are now riding along the sunny levee road and the temperature is climbing.The river to the left, I’m on the levee road, and the houses to the right of the levee. You ride along at the level of their upper floor windows. And sunny. Rich avoiding the pavé by riding in the narrow dirt shoulder. We know this trick from many years of watching Paris-Roubaix.Ah, a tree shaded lane to Villandry, where our hotel is …at the top of the hill! Good mood soon recovered.
The only upside to a hotel at the top of the hill is the ride back down in the morning. And the view. We headed out to catch a long local train to Lyon. Most train routing would involve a trip up to Paris and back down to Lyon by TGV, but the slower local train is worth the extra time since we wouldn’t have to change trains with our bikes. I appreciate the opportunity to read on a nice long train ride.
Now we’re on the Cher River, and it’s cooler.Autumn colors coming along.Grand Moulin
“Built on the river Cher by Jacques de Beaune, François I’s Superintendent of Finances in the first quarter of the 16th century, The Great Mill is noteworthy for its sliding mechanism suspended above the water. This ingenious mechanism, which is usually used between the arches of bridges, enabled the mill to work all year round, regardless of the water level.” This mill remained active until 1973, when a new mill was built just inland.
Fields of brown sunflowers say it’s time to head in for the season. And we’re almost out of Schengen days.Tours train station. That’s our train arriving behind Rich, one platform away.Bikes secured. Ready for the six hour trip to Lyon.
We had a nice night in Lyon, another very bike friendly city. After a little discussion with the bike friendly hotel which initially wanted to charge us to park the bikes in their garage, the manager saw our point about being bike friendly and relented. We had a nice Thai meal, went to a craft beer bar, and to bed. Big city advantages.
Enjoying the river path in the morning before we ride to the train station.A direct ride to the train station on a protected path.
The train from Lyon to Geneva is about 2 hours, then we were going to ride all the way to our home away from home, our good friends’ house in the Vallée Verte. It was our first time riding all the way up the valley, a very scenic 33kms/22 miles, but with almost 914m/ 3,000 feet of climbing. But scenic! Well stocked with snacks and having eaten lunch we headed off. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. I had visions of sending Rich ahead to get a car to rescue me, or flagging down a passerby to take my bags and lighten the load – as if my French were up to the challenge! – but I made it.
Up we go.Hello alps.Still going up. There was some significant downhill since we choose a quiet route that went over a higher pass instead of direct. Made it! A nice sense of accomplishment to have arrived under our own power.
Even though we both had tired legs the next day it was wonderful to ride all the way up to our familiar and much loved French home. Four+ months of bike touring was a new record for us. The new bikes really made it fantastic. If you’ve backpacked it’s the same feeling of self sufficiency and being ready to go anywhere. Now, we are in Albania. We took our first flight in almost five months from Geneva to Tirana, Albania. More from Albania soon.
The Happy Travelers with our new haircuts in Triana, Albania.
The fearless leader of our tour of Brittany. In Normandy.
Rich and I joke that he is a tour leader with one client: me. He plans routes and navigates, books hotels, fixes mechanical issues on the bikes, and here in France, is also our translator. I provide restaurant and museum research, maintain a positive attitude in the group, and look for cats.
Off the ferry and on the bikes. Parc du Château des Ravalet. Hello France.The long stone farm buildings are so captivating.
Our tour started later than we normally get riding, the ferry docked at 2pm at Cherbourg, Normandy, and we had a hotel reservation in Port-Bail-sur-Mer, about 42km/26m south. That was our only reservation and destination. The first day riding in a new area means getting used to the traffic and temperament of the drivers, shifting to riding on the right hand side of the road, being charmed by the buildings and gardens, and bonjour-ing everyone I see.
The restaurant across the street from our hotel.Our first look at the tidal flats of Normandy. Sunset casts a golden light on the Church of Our Lady.
I get a bit stressed by eating out in France at first. My French is minimal at best, and I can find the handwritten chalk board menus difficult to read.
Oh yes, I’m reminded that I have entered the land of chalk board menus and delicious food. Moules marinières with frites. An easy choice in the land of seafood. The tide rushes in so quickly, and the water is so clear.
Switching to bike touring mode again after a lovely summer of long stays at house sits and with friends is a little tough. We tend to stay only one night in places until we need a rest day, but after a long day riding, the checking in, lugging bags, unpacking, doing shower or sink laundry, have dinner, sleep, breakfast and repeat, seems overwhelming the first few days. “Did we get bad at this?” I asked Rich. He was wondering the same thing, but, it only took a few days for what felt like too much, to become normal again.
Ready to roll from Port-Bail-sur-Mer. Panniers are perfect on the bike, but awkward off the bike.On to a multi use trail. Very relaxing riding.You know you’re in France when……you have baked goods strapped to your rack.The almost daily bakery stop, today in Lessay. Which is followed by the daily search for a bench in the shade upon which to enjoy the pastries at about the 20k mark. This one was in a cemetery. And an hour or two later, the search for a lunch spot. A picnic table is a welcome sight.
It’s not all about food, although food is important and delicious here, we also have a lot of stops to read history markers. Our first few days followed the path of General Patton’s Third Army as they broke through Normandy. We had a lot of history to ride though. Towns have streets named 28 of July, and further on 29 of July, to mark the day General Patton and the troops marched through, and bridges have plaques commemorating the march. It’s always spine tingling to read of what the French went through, and how much destruction was caused.
Pont de la Roque, bombed by the Allies to try to prevent the German troops from escaping. Welcome bike and pedestrian improvements in towns and villages. This road into Granville looked very new.
Over the last few years we’ve noticed France becoming more and more bicycle friendly. Towns have more car free space, speed limits have been lowered nationwide in town limits and signs put up showing that people on foot and bike have priority. Wider sidewalks with bollards, separated bike lanes, and rules for car drivers to give 1.5 meter passing space to bicyclists (1 m in town) have all made quite a difference. We love pedaling into a town and seeing the completed work, or the work underway, as France has pledged a billion euro more to make streets safer for bikes and pedestrians.
We had previously only seen this street treatment in Denmark. Bike lanes and a car lane shared by both directions of car traffic.In Denmark the bike lanes are red, here in France just marked by a dashed white line.Outdoor dining in Granville. That’s a bottle of cider. An extension of summer. Outdoor space still up and running.Sunrise, Port de Hérel. The view is from our room at the Ibis hotel.Heading out of Granville, another nice wide bike lane.How many times will I call a town charming? Bacilly was charming.
Our third night would be spent near Mont Saint-Michel, and it would be our final night in Normandy. We would cross into Brittany just west of Mont Saint-Michel.
Riding the coast of Normandy means skirting a lot of river estuaries, at Le Val-Saint-Père.Do not let your dog chase the Agneau de pré-salé (salt marsh lamb). A specialty of the area. This way to Le Mont.Now this way. The coast route is squiggly. There it is. We’d been catching glimpses of it all day as we rode, but this view – it’s otherworldly.
Rich booked the hotel near Le Mont just the day before. Off season means much more availability, even on a Saturday night. We debated riding right out to Le Mont before checking in at our hotel but we decided to check in, shower, leave the bags and ride back out the 5 kilometers so we could lock our bikes and walk around. The causeway leading out to Le Mont is only open to shuttle buses, bikes, and pedestrians.
Hotel Rose. Such character. But even better, we had a cabin with resident friendly cat whom we promptly named Deuce, for our cabin, number 12.Here we come, Mt. St. Michel! Denied! The causeway was closed to bikes for a light show extravaganza that evening.We retreated to the dam which was built to settle the sand from the incoming tide and avoid the river silting up. We got a nice photo with Le Mont.Did a little pouting.Watched some adorable tourists all get their Instagram shots.And back to our hotel for a bottle of wine and an Afgani dinner from the food truck run by the hotel owner’s sister and her husband.
Do not think we gave up. Even though the mosquitoes were feasting on us as we watched the wave from the incoming tide travel up the river to the dam, no staying for the extravaganza for us, we decided to get up with the sunrise and ride back out to Le Mont.
The next morning, rain was headed our way but we were not deterred. This is pre caffeine. Success. At the island with a dramatic sky.We were ready for the rain.Yikes! Let’s get this island viewing under way! Early Sunday morning and rain rolling in means very few other tourists. The Abby has a 1,300 year history. One other small group was walking around when we first arrived but we only saw them once.The rain and the tide rolling in. The medieval streets below the abbey.Although the shops cater to the tourists, the bones of the town remain visible. It was well worth getting up early and braving the threat of rain to see the Mont with so few other tourists. And back to our hotel for breakfast and much needed coffee and tea.
With the history of WW2 still so close, and much documented by historical markers and plaques, I had to look up what happened to Le Mont during that time. As you can guess it was held and occupied for four years and two months and – to our delight – we read it was liberated by one American, Private Freeman Brougher. You read that correctly, one Private in a jeep with two British reporters. Read the entire story here for a jolt of emotion and a few fantastic photos: https://warfarehistorynetwork.com/article/freeing-mont-saint-michel/
Photo from the article. More photos in the link to the website.
Although the rain held off for our visit to the island we were eventually caught after checking out of the hotel and heading out. We had to shelter to let the hardest rain pass by.
Barely on the road and already stopping to put our rain gear.The weather cleared as we continued along the coast, past windmills.And past these funny amphibious boats. They are used to harvest mussels. They can drive along the road, across the beach, and into the sea where the mussels are growing on pilings.Picnic spots of the world. We had managed to get to a small shop just before it closed for Sunday afternoon
There is a lovely feeling of familiarity, going from Wales to Brittany. Both are Celtic lands and we find similarities that catch us by surprise. The style of the old buildings, the way the doors and windows are framed by brick, certain words, and, arriving in Saint Malo, reading that Saint Malo arrived in Brittany from Wales. He was one of the seven founding saints of Brittany.
We had to look up this city emblem, it’s a dog.
Saint Malo is the setting for the book All the Light We Cannot See, which we both read, and we were reminded of that fact by our friend Bob (Hi Bob! Thanks!).
Another super bike friendly French city.With loads of beaches. Walking along the old ramparts. The city has a history of pirates! We stayed out in a neighborhood called Saint-Servan-sur-Mer. We rode our bikes down to a lovely harbor for high tide swims both mornings.You can see how the tide and ramp makes for a great swimming spot.Lovely sunsets.Rich added for scale. The happy travelers, just before a swim.
So far, some pretty fierce headwinds aside, we’re really enjoying Britanny. The history, the food (the butter and the salted caramel made from the butter!), and friendly people. Especially once we’ve pedaled away from the tourist areas – then we really enjoy the opportunities to chat with locals who don’t often get Americans pedaling through town. On we go!
The star is where we landed, the hearts are where we slept. The blue dot was me when I snapped this pic from google maps. (For you Ruth!)
One of the only riddles I can always remember is “How do you get two whales in a Mini?” Answer: Over the Severn Bridge. Doesn’t work written down (to Wales in a Mini), and rarely works for an American audience- the Severn Bridge? Wales? What?
Our riddle was how to get us and two bikes quickly and efficiently from Wales to France. Big touring bikes that do not fit easily in the bike closets provided on many UK trains. We could have ridden all the way to Portsmouth or another southern England port, but to be honest bike touring in a lot of the UK is not fantastic. And we wanted to get back to France to tour while the weather was still good, not spend more time crossing Britain. The answer to our riddle? Stena Lines Ferry.
There’s our ferry.
For the first leg of our trip our friends in Tenby generously drove us and our bikes to Fishguard, Wales, for our 24 hour fun journey to France.
Rich waiting with our ferry behind him. This ferry will take us to Ireland.Let’s get this show on the road! Lunch and snacks in the bag.Being escorted onto the ferry by staff.
I love traveling by ferry. It’s a fantastic way to get between the continent and the UK or Ireland without flying. Flying not only has a bigger carbon footprint than the ferry, but it’s also a pain with bicycles. Ferries and bikes are quite easy. At Fishguard the bikes wait with foot passengers, who are driven onto the ferry by a bus, but we bikes get to wheel on with our own escort.
Rich in the bike nook, cars loading on behind him.The bikes are secured with a rope, provided by the helpful staff person you see securing a motorcycle behind Rich. The motos are strapped down to recessed hooks in the floor.Secure and ready to go. For this 3 hour journey we leave the bags on the bikes.I always snap a photo of our deck number and stairwell color. Just in case we both forget.Then it’s a cup of tea, a coconut macaroon from Loafly Bakery in Tenby, and a sheltered spot on the sun deck.
We were the only two people with bikes on this ferry trip, but there were quite a few motorcycles. We all wait to unload together.
Ready to go as soon as we get the word.I’m still fascinated by the huge car and truck decks on these ferries. It’s a bit intimidating to be a little cyclist surrounded by trucks and cars as you exit.
I don’t take pictures while disembarking, I’m too busy trying to keep up with the flow and not skid on the steel plates of the ramp. It looks more dodgy than it is, but I prefer both hands on my handlebars for this part of the trip.
Off one ferry and in line for the next.
Our next ferry, from Rosslare Harbour, County Wexford, would take us to Cherbourg, France. This was a long ferry ride, 16 hours. You have to purchase a cabin, no sleeping in the chairs. While in line for this ferry we chatted with a nice Irish cyclist named David, headed to France for a Rugby World Cup game and to meet up with his brother. Also traveling by bike.
Motorcycles and bikes loading from lane 12.The bikes on this ferry were stashed next to a conveyor belt, and lashed to it by a staff person.
We were a bit mystified and annoyed by the fact that this ferry seemed to allow only four bikes on. When Rich was making reservations the website told him at first that there was only 1 bike space left. He was able to get both bikes on the next day, it seems that when his initial attempt to reserve and pay hung up in the payment phase, it locked down the 2 bike spots and they needed some time to reset and release. David agreed with us that it was ridiculous to allow only four bikes on a massive ferry loaded with cars and trucks, he said he would probably just show up and talk his way on, if he had been denied a bike reservation. We’re not that confident in our gift of gab, not being Irish, but we all agreed to send sternly worded emails to the Stena Line Ferry company. (We otherwise really like this ferry company.)
Behind this door, Premium Class Cabins. That was us! We went Premium Class. A very comfortable cabin. You can see one of the upper bunks above Rich, this cabin could sleep four.Bathroom with shower to the left.
The cabin had a kettle, tea and coffee, some snacks, outlets with continental plugs – two pin – and a very decent sized bathroom. More later on morning amenities. First, off to the bar!
White wine and Guinness. Rich couldn’t be in Ireland, however briefly, without having a Guinness. Dance floor available, pop music blaring from the sound system. The view from the Metropolitan Bar. We imagine that during busy summer holidays the dance floor gets some use.Night time falls and we’re out to sea.
We decided on this trip to just eat from the restaurant instead of bringing on our own dinner or breakfast. You could certainly save money by taking on your own picnic meals, but the food got pretty good reviews so we made our lives easier and went to the buffet restaurant for dinner and breakfast.
The buffet and a guy who gets his money’s worth from a buffet. My first plate, noodle salad, Greek salad, and veggies. All quite good.Dinner at the buffet was a success. There was a bar in the restaurant, drinks not included except water and tea/coffee, we opted for water.We went for an after dinner walk on deck and then it was off to bed in our comfortable cabin.
Another benefit of Premium Class was the morning coffee and milk from the coffee machine in the hallway, and croissants and raisin rolls, and oddly, magazines. Good Housekeeping and Men’s Health, and the duty free magazine.
Coffee, pastries, and water in the fridge.Yes, I was out in the hallway in my jammies, this was just outside our door.And then I was tucked up back in bed with tea made with the room kettle, with fresh milk from the machine, a croissant, and a magazine.
Since we had a ride planned from when the ferry docked at 2pm to our first night in Normandy at Port-Bail-sur-Mer, we went and enjoyed the breakfast buffet to make sure we were fueled for our 46 km hilly ride.
Breakfast buffet was served from 8 to 10 am. Another walk on the deck, watching for land.The flag has the silhouette of Cyprus, where this boat is registered. Lifeboats. Which you hope no one ever has to use. They hold 114 people each. Finally allowed back to our bikes, we found the trucks were parked right next to our bikes and the floor had puddles of sea water. David, Rich, and a nice nomadic French cyclist whose name I didn’t get. Chatting with other cyclists is a fun bonus of ferry travel.Ten years nomadic cycling. He said he’s off to the US next. Nice guy. And away we go.
Traveling with bikes on the Stena Line or Brittany Ferries is becoming our regular way of getting to and from the UK from the continent or Ireland. This was our 12th ferry trip, seventh with bikes, since going nomadic just over two years ago. Eight have been long crossings, and four were shorter hops, Germany to Sweden, Denmark, etc. On this trip our Stena lines reward number got a work out as we bought so many meals – not inexpensive – but now we have points for future discounts. As I mentioned above, you could certainly make this journey less expensive by getting a standard cabin, and either bringing your own picnic meals or opting for a non buffet dinner and breakfast. The premium cabins vary ship to ship, on one from Hook of Holland to Harwich we had a full sized bed in the cabin and no upper bunks. Both were very comfortable and we slept well.
The happy travelers headed from Wales to Ireland.
We’re now in France, cycle touring in Normandy and Brittany. And guess what? That heat wave in Wales may have been our last summer heat, the weather has taken a decidedly autumnal turn.
Rich at the Big Pit Coal Museum in Pontypool, Wales.
What makes us happy? Returning a rental car! Although we were so grateful to have the opportunity to explore the valleys of South Wales, driving is never our favorite form of transportation. Really I should clarify that Rich drives and I try to be helpful and supportive. As he noted today after we returned the car in Cardiff, we’re not the first couple to get into a fight in a rental car. But, for the moments of stress and breathless passing of other cars on narrow streets (knowing that a damaged wing mirror was £200 per the rental agency, and we saw plenty of cars with damaged mirrors.), there was so much excitement and happiness as we got to visit places that would have been impossible on public transit or as day trips by bike from our house sit.
Ready to descend into the pit by cage.
Wales is beautiful. The coal valleys of south Wales have such a rich and heart wrenching history. The Big Pit Coal Museum is so packed with history and details and artifacts and machinery it’s overwhelming. But, the history of Wales is everywhere in this region. Our introduction to Welsh coal mining history started with our bike ride from Cardiff to Treorchy, where we had a lovely house sit for 12 days.
Rolling out of central Cardiff to the Taff River trail. A very quick transition from city streets to the river trail.Helmets off to all the agencies who coordinated the trail and history information boards.Eurovello 1 bike route.I wonder how many rail-trails we’ve ridden? Lunch in Pontypridd. A lovely surprise of a town.
Riding into a town where you hope to have lunch and finding not a high street cowering in the face of car traffic, but instead a pedestrianized charming core really made us happy. We usually have to search for a spot where we can keep an eye on our bikes while we eat, maybe through a window or from an outside table hopefully with some shade and not to close to car traffic, but Pontypridd made our day with its car free and wonderfully lively shopping streets.
Not one little pedestrian section, but an actual network. Window shopping by bike while rolling slowly through town.Barry Sidings Countryside Park.
Pontypridd is the beginning of the Rhondda Fawr Valley, named for the Rhondda River. As we would learn, coal mining changed the valley from a sparsely populated rural area to a teeming coal based economy.
Always stop for the information boards. Those in the Rhondda Valley and along the Taff Trail are particularly compelling.
The transition to coal came with a very high price. As the above photo states “ In Britain between 1868 and 1914 a miner was killed on average every six hours and seriously injured every two.”
The Rhondda River. The geology makes for such a dramatic river course.A colliery looming over the river.Rich riding into Porth, and one of our first views of the terrace houses that were built to house the colliers and their families. At the high point of our climb from the Rhondda Fach valley before we dropped down into Rhondda Fawr.
We settled in to our lovely house sit with the wonderful cat Tibbs, for whom we quickly came up with a variety of nicknames, as we charmed and fed our way into her heart, and she into ours.
A snoozer and a champion lap sitter.
We had arranged a get together with another nomad couple who were in their campervan not far from us. We met up for a walk and a pub lunch and hours of chatting. When you live a nomad lifestyle like ours it’s nice to chat with others with the same kind of life. We always learn so much from other nomads and come away with great recommendations for places to visit and how to overcome challenges.
Hi Steve and Linda! Hope to meet up again somewhere in the world. The cage. Don’t call it a lift or an elevator!
The first question you get about your visit to the Big Pit National Coal Museum is “Did you go down?” Down into the mine in the cage. At 300 feet below ground this isn’t one of the deepest mines in Wales, but the hour long tour, led by a miner, is so unique and educational. No phones or cameras are allowed down since although this isn’t a working mine, it is still considered an active site and anything that could possibly trigger a spark or has a battery is not allowed. It’s a good thing to be forced to leave your phone behind occasionally, you do focus more, and images are etched into your memory instead of saved in your camera. As we stood in the stall area where the pit ponies had been stabled, our guide, Peter, had us all switch off our headlamps to experience the complete darkness of the mine.
Big Pit, big Rich, and the moors of Blaenafon.An 1850s water powered winding wheel.We were told by locals how they remember riding buses with men just off shift at mines, and how dirty and dusty they were. The baths helped change that.Lockers in the miners bath house. Utilitarian and much welcome shower facilities.
We learned so much about the life of the miners, and although the grit, strength,and pride of the miners is clear, it was a grueling job done under some inhumane conditions.
Biographical information on some of the lockers was intense. Yes, miners started as young as 12, even younger before the 1842 regulations passed.Happily examining all the mining items – so much information.The horses of the coal mines.
Our tour guide called them pit ponies, and the stalls where they lived when not working were 300 feet underground. Although that was awful, and hard to imagine, it was pointed out that the ponies were assets for which the company had spent money, and so they had a vested interest in keeping the ponies healthy. The same couldn’t be said for the miners.
Big Pit Coal Museum.
We went away with a much fuller understanding of what coal meant to Wales, and why the coal mined in South Wales was so valuable. As with many extraction based economies, the profits went to the owners and investors, and when the mines were nationalized and ultimately shut down, entire areas were plunged into poverty. I felt the Big Pit did a good job of telling the story of coal, and its impacts on Wales, negative and positive. The museum hasn’t been updated to include the impacts of fossil fuels on our planet, that would be a good challenge for new curation. I can imagine a team of museum scientists adding a fascinating section on climate change and the impact of coal. Although the story of the mines is about the folks working and living in Wales, the reach is global.
Our next visit was to St. Fagans National Museum of History.
Visiting museums can add up for families, taking the kids for a day out and paying per person can get expensive. I really like that the National Museums in Wales charge for parking, but entry is free. There are ample opportunities to donate either in cash or with tap cards, and we always do. This was my second visit to St. Fagans, I visited decades ago with my friend Hannah who grew up in Wales. We couldn’t remember exactly when it was that we visited, but we think about 30 years ago.
Do you see the smoke from the cottage beyond the sheep field?
If you are imagining a large building full of glass cases with artifacts, stop right now! This is an open air museum, with buildings relocated from all across Wales, rebuilt on site and furnished according to the time period being featured. That noise you just heard was me squealing with delight- this is my favorite kind of museum. You get to walk around lovely grounds and go into buildings that look as if the inhabitants have just stepped out. Since it was a chilly rainy day most of the buildings had fires burning which upped the level of atmosphere.
A pigsty. Why is it round? Because pigs dig, and the lack of corners helped prevent them from digging out.I love water wheels as much as I love open air museums. A tannery. We visited an active tannery in Morocco and it looked so similar. This one smells a bit better, and is now occupied by newts, which we sadly did not see. After a stop for tea and Bara Brith, a traditional Welsh tea bread, it was off to the Stone Age huts! Rich is trying to look cranky but he was as excited as me. Ok, maybe not quite. Why is the thatched roof steaming? It’s smoke. From the fire built on the floor. No chimney meant the smoke just seeped out.In case you are wondering, yes, it was very smoky inside. The very knowledgeable staff member inside was wisely seated on a log, staying low and mostly out of the smoke. Information signs in Welsh and English gave good background and showed where the building originated.
A museum guide told me that since I had last visited, approximately ten buildings had been added to the site. The decision to include a building depends on quite a few factors, including a compelling back story or history about the structure.
1544 farmhouse.Just walking around the 100 acre parkland was pleasant.
Possibly my favorite buildings at St. Fagans are the terrace row houses. The six are displayed as they would have been in 1805, 1855, 1895, 1925 1955 and 1985. Originally there would have been a community oven at the end of the row in which the women would bake bread. Terrace houses are all over Welsh coal country, so ubiquitous you can almost stop noticing them.
From the Big Pit Coal Mining Museum.A street in Treorchy. We were told by a local there were 16 mines near town. I was pleased to get a photo with not many cars blocking the view of the houses.Looking down on Cwm-parc terrace houses as we climbed the hill out of Treorchy. There once was a colliery in the valley to the left of the photo.Looking towards the terrace houses from the gardens. When you entered the houses you started to see the modernization through the decades.The outhouse. Rich warming up in front of the fire, while managing to not hit his head on the decor.A cock fighting pit inside a purpose built building. Stryd Lydan Barn. From the museum description: A cruck and timber-framed barn, the walls are wattled using flat chestnut laths woven vertically through horizontal staves. The building is thatched with wheat straw.
The grounds at St. Fagans are absolutely worth a visit even if you don’t care about old buildings and history. Which would be impossible, I think, once you start walking and reading the signs and imagining how life was for folks who lived in these houses. Happy to have gotten to visit both these National Museums, we returned the rental car and got ready to pedal out of Treorchy and on to visit good friends in Tenby over a few days of Welsh heat wave.
The happy travelers in Pontypridd (The name Pontypridd is from “Pont-y-tŷ-pridd” the Welsh for “bridge by the earthen house”) Thank you Wikipedia.
I love a small specialized museum. A specific topic, a single person or industry, the narrower the focus the better.
The World of James Herriot. A great museum in the town of Thirsk.Did I know he used a pen name? Maybe I’d read that before, but what a thrill to see this historical marker.
Doing my research about the area where we booked a house sit, I searched on museums. I quickly extracted a promise from Rich that we would not miss this one. James Herriot’s books were a big hit with my sister and I when they were published in the US starting in 1975. She went on to become a veterinarian. Did the books have an influence on her? I asked her and she said “They probably did.” How could they not?
A peek into the dispensing closet.If the equipment in the consulting room looks old and slightly off putting, the veterinary medicine museum on the next floor up will certainly give you the shivers.A lovely old Aga stove in the kitchen.
If you’re not watching the current adaptation of All Creatures Great and Small, or haven’t seen the older versions, you might be tempted to start watching after a visit to this museum. Even a long time fan like me learned a few fun tidbits. Since it was frowned upon for a Vet to advertise, Alfred James Wight choose a pen name, the surname of a favorite Scottish footballer, James Herriot.
Rich with a statue of the author in the garden. Strong sales in the US helped propel sales around the world. Thirsk is a charming town with gorgeous brick buildings. Of course, we wouldn’t be us if we didn’t lament the scourge of parked cars in the center of town. It was beyond my photography skills to get a photo of the buildings without cars marring the scene.World of James Herriot. Definitely worth a visit.
We had a rental car during this house sit, which was in a small town without bus service. Although the train station at Darlington was only about a 20 minute cycle away, there was nowhere safe to lock our touring bikes at the station. There were bikes locked there, but our bikes would have stood out like sore thumbs, or tempting morsels, among the commuter bikes. Could we have enjoyed a day out knowing our bikes were not really safe at the train station? No. So the rental car gave us the freedom to roam Yorkshire. And we took advantage of it.
Captain Cook Birthplace Museum, in Marton-in-Cleveland.
While my bike was in the shop for a tune up we checked out the map and a museum caught my eye. Captain Cook’s birthplace! We’ve been to the big island of Hawaii a few times and kayaked to the white obelisk memorial at Kealakekua Bay where Captain Cook died. Or was killed, more correctly. The opportunity to bookend the life of the famous cartographer, explorer, and naval officer was not to be passed by. It was a good little museum, and gave us a new appreciation for how brave and talented Cook was. From the Hawaiian point of view, which is the one we’re familiar with, his arrival – the first documented European to visit the Hawaiian Islands – was the beginning of the end of the Hawaiian Kingdom. This museum gave us a more full picture of the man, rather than just the image of the man who began the destruction of native Hawaiian culture.
My brave explorer exploring the museum.This urn marks the place where the Cook family cottage stood and where Cook was born in 1728. The cottage was leveled by a new landowner in 1790. The family had moved on in 1736.A large scale map showing the three pacific voyages of Captain Cook. The voyages started at Plymouth Harbor. And the third voyage ended for Captain Cook on the island of Hawaii.
Cook’s first voyage was to Tahiti, where he and a team of astronomers observed the transit of Venus across the sun in 1769. The transit helped astronomers to calculate the distance between the sun and the earth. The HMS Endeavor then went on to explore the uncharted, by Europeans, southern oceans.
We left the museum with a new respect for Captain Cook and empathy for his end in the beautiful Hawaiian Islands. That is a successful museum.
The Yorkshire Dales.
Our next car enabled outing was not a museum, exactly, although the Yorkshire Dales could be viewed as a timeless experience. Not a living museum, but a living and evolving region.
The village of Reeth, and a chat with a cyclist who was riding coast to coast across this part of Britain. If you check out a map, the narrow waist of Britain crosses this area.The grey stone buildings are pleasantly uniform in color.Public footpaths across gorgeous green countryside and along the River Swale.The River Swale was running higher than these stepping stones could handle. Divert.
Fueled with a picnic lunch we headed out for a loop hike that quickly got rerouted due to a high running river.
Any direction you ramble and anywhere you look, beauty.
We rambled from a sunny green valley to a windy and mizzly (misty drizzle) ridge. Always under the watchful eyes of sheep.
Is this building abandoned? No, says the resident sheep.The heather was blooming. The wind and mizzle was blowing.The stones are put to good use.So impressed with the dedication to keeping the foot paths passable.The engineer appreciated this tunnel with livestock gate, or stile.I am still in love with the greystone buildings and walls.
We rambled over bridges and through a tunnel, had a quick lunch sheltered from the wind and watched by sheep, and as we came to the last bit of our loop, we were confronted by a sign. Cattle free alternative route, with an arrow. Pointing to a sheep, of course.
Cattle free, but not sheep free.
I know there are folks who are frightened of cattle, it’s understandable, they are huge! But I’m not. I’m respectful of their size, but not scared of them. But the next sign gave us pause.
Oh. Bull…. I read Ferdinand the Bull enough as a child to recognize the universal nose ring and horns on the sign that means bull in the field.
Bull in field. We’ve encountered this sign before in our UK rambling, but never actually encountered a bull. So, through the stile we went. First field, empty. We continued to the second field, also empty. Then we had a choice, a divergence of paths worn in the grass. One to a marked stile, one going to the right across a tumbled rock wall. We kept on the marked path and when we reached the stile we could see the cattle at the bottom of the pasture, quite close to the stile leading out of the pasture. Any country side person would have laughed to hear us discuss the situation. “Is that a bull?” “No, I think that’s just a heifer.” We started to cross the stile and then, from behind a lovely stone out building sauntered the bull.
Photo taken from the safety of the other side of the stone wall.
Reverse course! Back to the other path, climb over the tumbled down stone wall and hope we don’t have to cross Mr. Big and Scary’s field. We did. We ended up behind the stone out building and had to cross about 30 yards of field and before we got to the end, when we had to cut left, towards the bull and heifers and calves, to exit the field. Quietly. Calmly. Discussing what to do if charged by a bull. Neither of us knew. Bear, mountain lion, those we have been taught to react to, but a charging bull? No. Well, we said, think of a bullfighter. They jump aside at the last moment and bulls can’t change direction quickly. So we’ll go with that. Thankfully the bull totally ignored us, and we exited the field with new respect for bull signs.
Hey bull.
So, for future reference, I did look it up, and if you are charged by a bull, step to the side and run in the direction from which the bull came and run in a zig zag pattern- the bulk of a bull makes it hard for them to quickly change direction. Throw your backpack or shirt to distract the bull. While running in a zig zag pattern. Or, just pay attention to the signs and avoid the bull. I’m going with that one in the future.
Restorative tea and scone in Swale.
Having safely negotiated the bull and his herd we went for tea, coffee, and scones. I totally give the tea award to Yorkshire. The Yorkshire Gold tea bags I love taste even better made with yummy Yorkshire water. Honestly some of the best tea I’ve ever had. And always an extra pot of hot water to make even more tea!
Sheep sweater. Like the San Francisco tourists caught out by cold wind and fog and forced to buy Alcatraz sweatshirts, I bought a wool sweater. With a sheep pattern!
With our Yorkshire/Durham County housesit wrapping up, we got ready to endure a two train day from Darlington to London, then on to Cardiff, Wales. UK trains with bikes can be stressful. But we made it. More fun museums and cats await us in Wales.
Headed out from Syon Park on a bright and mild morning.
Arriving in the UK after seven weeks bike touring in Germany, Czechia, Belgium and the Netherlands is a mixture of delight- we can talk to people and have in-depth conversations and understand all the signs and announcements!, and disappointment – the cycling infrastructure in this area of the UK is like most of the US, pretty sad. Not well connected, and nothing that is going to move people away from car trips to bicycle trips. Except, just like in some US cities, in some UK cities where cycling has become a preferred mode, like London, the cycling can be great.
Riding from the Harwich ferry to the Manningtree train station was fine. Quiet morning roads, considerate drivers, but no real bike infrastructure.Adjusting to staying left is always a challenge at first. Staying out of the way at a crowded Liverpool Station in London. The next day was to be a scheduled train strike so the trains seemed extra busy.That is not just a bike lane, that’s a cycle superhighway. Finding a gap in the tourist flow to snap an usie. Us and Big Ben.
London is a great example of what good infrastructure can do for cycling in a city. This is the second time we’ve come from Holland on a ferry to Harwich, and then a train to London. The first time we were a bit nervous about crossing London on loaded touring bikes, but it was a snap, so this time we were looking forward to it. And London on a busy mid July morning, loaded with tourists, did not disappoint.
St. James’s Park. Blending in with the other cyclists.Want to feel like part of the attraction of the changing of the Guard?Hop on your bike and follow them up Birdcage Walk and Spur Road. As long as you stay behind them the busy Constables will not yell at you.
Our route took us past Buckingham Palace, which always gives me a thrill to see, and on to Hyde Park. From Hyde park we rode towards Hammersmith and joined the Thames River. First stop: pub lunch at the Blue Anchor. When we have our loaded touring bikes we make sure to sit outside somewhere we can keep on eye on the bikes. Our new bikes have spoke locks which are super easy to simply click into place, and we joke that it would take an unusual thief to be able to jump on Rich’s huge loaded bike and ride away without immediately crashing, but we are happier when we have the bikes in sight.
Ah, the first British pint in about ten months. Lunch along the river. This set up is a bike touring dream. The Blue Anchor on the Thames River.Always read the info plaque. I appreciate that someone went to the effort to give me a little historical context with my half pint of cider.
We decided to ride along the Thames to our hotel for the night, the Hilton at Syon Park. It would be a perfectly timed bumble to get us there at check in time. Is it the easiest or most efficient way to ride? No. But winding along the Thames Path takes you through some very scenic areas.
So many cute pubs, but we must be moving on.
After our night in Syon Park, which would be worth exploring on a future visit, we decided to ride the Thames Path all the way to our destination just outside Windsor. Again, not a direct route, but certainly a scenic ride. It’s fun to have no idea what to expect from a route. The surprises around bends in the river, the views across the river, the varying surfaces of the Thames Path – everything was new to us.
Isleworth, still in the tidal reach section of the Thames. Richmond Bridge. Still in the tidal reaches of the Thames. Teddington, just a bit along the river from Richmond, is known as the end of the tidal Thames.It was surprising to us to find such stretches of nature so close to London. A view of Marble Hill across the river.Signage along the path is quite good in places.Rich in front of Ham House. The challenge of loaded bikes is actually going inside attractions. We did not.Crossing the river again at Kingston upon Thames. The Kingston Bridge.And another attraction, Hampton Court Palace, viewed from the outside. East Mosley. So many boats!The river and path really stitches together life. Walkers, folks painting, so many families, it’s a huge attraction, but dispersed crowds.West Molesy, and me being nosy about boat life. I love seeing the occupied boats and imagining life afloat.The surface of the Thames Path varies a lot. This stretch was quite wide and fairly smooth. Some parts were choppy old asphalt or quite lumpy with tree roots. Dismount and walk through the lock area. Stop and watch the lock filling or draining as long as your patient husband can stand. Did we need to take a little foot and bike ferry across the river? No, we could have skipped the Shepperton Ferry, but how cute is this little ferry dock?A one minute ferry ride! Well worth the 6£ for two folks and two bikes. Was it?, says Rich’s expression. The ferry ride did get us blackberry adjacent though! Speed picks up as we approach our lunchtime pub stop. Heading into Staines-Upon-Thames.Another day, another riverside pub. Last Hop in Staines. Beer and cider, waiting for our pizza.Obligatory pint of cider and river photo.After lunch we left the flat river route and went through Runnymede. Up a rather overgrown path.
Our first experience cycling along the Thames River Path left us wanting more river experiences. Thankfully our temporary home for three weeks is allowing us to spend quite a bit of time appreciating the river path by bike and on foot. I would highly recommend exploring the Thames River Path to anyone spending time in or around London. After the crowds of central London it was a peaceful and eye opening experience. Why was I so surprised to see how busy the river was with small boats, narrow boats and stand up paddle boarders? The look and feel of the Thames as it runs though London, with such strong tidal flows, doesn’t prepare you for how bucolic the river quickly becomes.
Windsor Castle. Our temporary neighbor. The Happy Travelers.
We’re enjoying being in one place for a while, and have been walking and biking and appreciating our temporary home and kitty cat. Happy summer all, and more on our summer of the Thames River soon.
We’d been touring on our old bikes for about 18 years. And, like the frog which allegedly doesn’t feel the water heating up, we didn’t really realize how different bike touring could feel. I was finding my old bike to be more and more uncomfortable, with my hands hurting and going numb on long days, or my knees being quite unhappy. Each change to new handlebars or pedals helped a bit, but after test riding a Koga touring bike in Groningen last year I knew it was time.
My old touring bike. A Gunnar Crosshairs, the frame is a cyclocross steel frame. Photo from 2022.Rich’s old bike, a Paul Taylor frame with drop handlebars. Also a steel frame. Photo from 2022.
We had toured and bike camped on our old bikes all over the place. Canada, Italy, France, Germany, the US, Denmark, Holland, Belgium, and the UK and Ireland. The upsides were that the frames were pretty lightweight and they were unique looking in Europe. It was always fun to have the bikes worked on at a bike shop on the continent and have the mechanic share how much they loved working on old steel frame bikes. Or to have another steel frame aficionado approach us outside a grocery store or bakery to admire the bikes.
In England, riding from London to Hove. 2022.
After I test rode that Koga in 2022 however, I put my foot down. That’s it, I said. I’m getting a new touring bike. Something more upright, something more comfortable. A bike built for touring. And oh wow, was that a good idea. And Rich’s Paul Taylor was already rebuilt once as he cracked the original frame from heavy touring loads on a bike designed for cyclocross.
New bikes, new panniers, same wonderful travel companion.
We decided that the new touring bikes would be our 25th wedding anniversary present to each other. If you’ve ever looked at the that funny old list of “traditional” gifts for wedding anniversaries, 25 is silver. What do we need with silver? So, to mark 25 years, which was last year, and to keep us rolling for as many more years as we have, new touring bikes it was. Sitting in a guest house room in Sri Lanka we ordered two new Koga World Traveler S bikes. Koga estimated 12 weeks to deliver our bikes to the shop we had chosen in Freiburg, Germany.
Super comfortable grips from Ergon. The wide part supports your hand during a long touring day.Rich’s grips, iPhone mount, and cycle computer.My well broken in Brooks B17S. This saddle has been on three of my bikes, my city bike, moved to my old touring bike, and now my new touring bike.
When we took trains to Freiburg to pick up the bikes, we also took with us my saddle, bike bell, and pedals from my old touring bike, and Rich took his pump. The saddle that came with his new Koga was not working for him so he bought a new saddle before we left Freiburg. A comfortable saddle is key. Of course, our first week bike touring, about day three and hour 6 of the day – neither of us could find a comfortable position on our saddles. It takes a while for your rear end to adjust to hours and hours on the bike.
The racks which came with the bikes are from Tubis, not a brand we were familiar with, and these models are custom to KogaThe front rack. Very different from what we were used to.
Although we both were a bit surprised by the front racks from Tubis, with a very low profile for your bags which keeps your center of gravity low, and no rack over the front tire at all – which is where Rich would usually have his rain jacket, we are very pleased with how sturdy they are. I like the rear set up which has two levels of tubing. The very top allows you put things under a bungie cord, and the slightly lower level is for your pannier.
My front panniers, loaded and ready to roll.
These bikes have features we didn’t have on our old bikes, such as the built in Shimano dynamo hub front and rear lights. So far we’ve only been touring in the summer so we haven’t needed the lights to actually illuminate our way, but they are excellent for being seen. The steering column has an internal steering limiter which prevents the wheel from flopping sharply to one side or the other. The frame is stout and designed for over 140kg (310 lbs) total load. It all makes for a very stable ride. We chose the Deore XT 30-speed(3×10) drivetrain over the 14 speed Rolf internal hub belt drive for ease of repairs and replacement parts globally. It’s a classic set up that we’re familiar with, and so are most/all bike mechanics you will encounter.
The front wheel of Rich’s bike. Disc brake, front light, low profile rack.Dynamo hub, and Schwable tires.
On our previous bikes I only had rear panniers, while Rich had front and rear. We traveled around to Freiburg from France, where our old touring bikes live, with all our panniers and a couple of extra bags. I bought new front panniers, and Rich was convinced, by me, to get a full set of new panniers. His old rear panniers had certainly seen better days and the style was not as easy to load and go. We were a little sad to let go of our mis-matched old school style look, but it felt nice to be fully kitted out in new gear on our new bikes. Rich left the old panniers for re-use at the bike shop.
Farm cat helping Rich on day one with a pannier adjustment.
It takes a bit of work to adjust the panniers and set the clips – which hold the panniers on the rack – and the hooks – which keep the panniers from bouncing out from the racks and thereby reduces stress on the clips – correctly. Each pannier must also be adjusted as a right or left pannier. And then you have to be able to tell them apart.
My solution is to mark the right panniers. The rear with a series of dots in permanent ink.And the front with a small evil eye charm from Türkiye.
Rich just eyeballs his clips and hooks and knows which is left and which is right. It makes loading the panniers onto the bikes faster if you can easily recognize your left versus right. For starting out in the morning, for train rides, and for adorable little foot passenger ferry rides where you might have to lift your bike down into the boat, which is easier with the bags removed, and then try to quickly reload the bags at the other side.
Crossing the Thames River.
Your panniers are identified and loaded, now what’s in those things? We got that question quite a bit in Germany and Holland, where most cyclists were day trippers with just one pannier, or out for a weekend or week with two panniers. No, we’re not camping, but we are out cycle touring for four months, we’d explain. So, rain gear and colder weather gear, which takes up space. Comfort items like my travel yoga mat and our little down pillows, and our two camping chairs. Picnic gear, lunch food and snacks. Boxes of contact lenses, tools, etc…
Two Chair Zeros from Helonix expand our lunchtime stop options.
Do we try and keep everything organized? Yes. We have reminders for ourselves of where items are. Rain gear right. Leisure left (chairs). Picnic supplies port. Does it work? Sort of. We know what’s in front instead of back, but the rule of bike touring seems to be that the item you’re looking for is in the other pannier. Hat? Oh left, definitely. Not. Open up right pannier too. It’s somewhere.
Extra water. Rich has anywhere from 1 to 4 liters of water in one of his front panniers.It’s easier to have water and avoid searching for a source. This Mountain Safety Research bag is just the trick.
We’ve learned over the years that it’s not as easy to fill water bottles during the day as you would think. Especially if you’re off the popular routes and not stopping at restaurants for lunch. Coming from California we are a bit spoiled when it comes to parks and playgrounds having a water tap. We expected more taps to be available but they are not. Water is heavy to carry, but being well hydrated is important. We always pre-game in the morning by drinking water, it’s easy to get a bit dehydrated if you’re not careful. My bike currently has only one bottle cage, and I carry an extra water bag with one more bottle worth of water. Rich has two bike bottle cages and the larger water bag. Both our frames have additional mounts that would allow an additional water bottle below the down tube. We may use this in the future.
New to us this trip, two Fozzil Snap Fold bowl/plates. Love these.They work as a plate to help serve up pastries for elevensies.And they snap up to form bowls. Here they are part of a slightly messy picnic table. Two tea towels/napkins, bamboo cutlery, and one sharp Opinel knife.And opened they store nice and flat. Apple slice, peanut butter and spicy crisp? Why, yes please. Another new comfort item. Tiered spice containers by Humangear. From the top: salt, cracked black pepper, olive oil, and Mexican seasoning mix.
If we’re staying in an apartment with cooking facilities that little bit of olive oil comes in handy. It’s enough to get you through one or two dinners. And when we have the opportunity to boil eggs to take them with us for lunch or snacks, the salt and pepper are key.
A very happy bike tourist in Antwerp.
When we first starting riding our new bikes, loaded up with panniers and front bags, we both felt as if we were on e-bikes. The feel of the strong aluminum frames and the way your pedal strokes are converted to power, not lost in the flexing of the frame, was pretty stunning. On our old bikes I could climb out of the saddle only very carefully, the sway would get out of control easily. Rich couldn’t climb out of the saddle with his full front and back pannier load. Now, we can both stand up and dance on those pedals up the hills.
Another happy bike tourist at a high point of EuroVelo 13 in Czechia.Koga World Traveler S frame size 63 centimeters. Rich is six foot five, the upper limit for this frame size. Koga’s adjustable stem allows for perfect handlebar settings.Koga World Traveler S, step through frame, 53 centimeter. Cheryl is five foot six.
So after more than 2000km of bumpy, hilly, and cobbled roads and trails, both our bikes have delivered touring joy. Just a bit of expected regular maintenance and adjustments to the disc breaks and derailleurs. All our wheels are still perfectly true, thanks to stout rims and a 36-spoke configuration. The 700c x 39mm Schwable Evolution tires are perfect for our riding style, and handle well both on-road and on rocks, roots, and mud.
The wide frame clearance allows for much wider tires (50mm+) for more off-road performance or serious terrain. And given our confidence and love of these bikes, we might just put on some serious fat tires and take them on the first trip to Mars.
The happy travelers. Now with bikes that make us even happier.
Less Car, More Life 