I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the previous two weeks’ blog posts have been more about what we’ve eaten and drunk, than where we’ve cycled, since the bikes were living in a box. You’ll be glad to know that this week we actually did some cycling— in Kenya...
Week: Forty-Three: The End of India
Week Forty-Two: Did Someone Say Cheese?
There’s a reason why we’ve avoided visiting India’s main cities, completely bypassing the likes of the Taj Mahal, Ganges and other Indian must-sees. They’re dreadful for cycling. At least we think so. The city of Pondicherry, our first real city experience, was an absolute nightmare after so long in rural India…
Week Forty-One: What Comes Down Must Go Up Again
We finally got that downhill we’ve worked so hard for these last couple of weeks. And it was worth the wait. It was also the longest downhill either of us has ever done before; we descended 2,000 m over 49 km. We went from minus figures and down jackets to sweltering heat and t-shirts in about 2 hours – madness…
Week Forty: Coffee, Climbing and Cold Temperatures. Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad.
Week Thirty-Nine: A True Taste of Indian Roads
15th December: the last time we really cycled anywhere. That’s eleven days of being in a sedentary state on a beautiful beach. The pathetic bit of cycling we did do over the last couple of weeks was to merely move beaches. We ended up visiting five Goan beaches, which is impressive when you think Goa is only 100 km long (it’s one of the smallest states in India). We got so lazy, so to say the first ride after Christmas was tough would definitely be an understatement.