Summary day 29

Saturday 15 February

Delhi

Our last full day in Delhi – I’m feeling much better this morning, although Matthew is still coughing quite a bit and looking a bit drawn. We stocked up on cold and flu medication first thing and then strolled over to Lodhi Garden – it’s only a few hundred metres from our hotel and just beyond Kahn Market, so a shame to not see it. Lodhi Gardens contains fifteenth century tombs and remains of other structures that combine Hindu and Islamic architectural styles in a parkland setting. 

We both needed a trim and my beard was getting quite shaggy and grey … so we stopped off at a barber’s – was funny being sat next to each other. My barber asked if I would like a face massage, too – being British, of course I said no … but being Indian, he did it anyway!

Then we took the metro to see the Red Fort (Lal Qila) a Mughal fort constructed from 1639 – it was plundered in 1739 and then most of the marble structures were demolished by the British after the 1857 Indian rebellion. The Lahore gate of the fort was where the first prime minister of India, Jawaharlal Nehru, raised the flag of India on 15 August 1947 – India’s Independence Day. This ceremony that’s repeated every year by the prime minister on that day. 

Matthew was due back at the tailor’s for his jacket fitting.

I didn’t need to at the tailor for that, so I decided to stay on the metro to Kalkaji Madir to have a look at the Bahá’í Lotus House of Worship – a very notable. modern design built in 1986 that won lots of architectural awards. The Bahá’í faith is open to everyone, teaches unity of all people  and is based on the idea that all faith is a different interpretation of one god. The Lotus Temple is 72 metres / 240 ft wide and just over 34 metres / 115 ft high and is made of 27 free-standing marble-clad “petals” arranged in clusters of three to form nine sides, with nine doors opening onto a central hall that has a capacity of 2,500 people. The whole thing is reminiscent of the Sydney opera house with its white curving roof. I was glad that I was able to see it – and it was possible to go inside, too. 

I went back to the hotel and Matthew said Vaishakh had called to see how we were on our last day – what a sweetheart. 

We had a free evening meal with our Ambassador hotel booking and we considered taking advantage of that … but it was our last night in Delhi and Delhi has lots of vegan restaurants and cafes, so we didn’t want to miss out on that – so we headed to a nice/looking one called Greenr in Greater Kailash – full of young people and lovely food! 

Then back to hotel – that’s it – our trip to India is almost ended. We’re up at 07.00 (01.30 uk time) to head to the airport for our 10:50 flight home tomorrow morning (Sunday). The flight lasts 10 hours, but because of the time change we should be back in Bristol early Sunday evening.

Summary day 28

Friday 14 February

Delhi

My cold is hanging around and very annoying, so I’m still not feeling well. The coughing has subsided somewhat, thankfully. When I woke, Matthew gave me a hand-drawn Valentine’s Day card – he’s been carrying it with him since we left home. What a sweetheart. 

Breakfast at the Ambassador ‘Yellow Brick Road’ restaurant is a little disappointing compared to some of the other hotels we’ve stayed at – but they had muesli and fruit. Coffee was good. They had lots of red balloons up for Valentine’s Day.

Matthew booked us to visit the gardens of the Rashtrapati Bhavan (president’s residence, formerly the viceroy’s house) which was designed by Edward Lutyens. The Rashtrapati Bhavan has 355 rooms and was largely completed by 1931. Getting in turned into a bit of a saga – we were misdirected three times and then had to get a tuk tuk to the rear entrance for the right way in.

The gardens were beautiful and there were lots of school children visiting – they made for a really nice atmosphere, but meant that it was very crowded.

Afterwards we took another tuk tuk to India Gate – a massive war memorial to the over 74,000 soldiers of the Indian army who died between 1914 and 1921 fighting with the British. Also designed by Lutyens, the foundation stone of what was then called the All India War Memorial, was laid on 10 February 1921 (Lutyens designed the cenotaph in Whitehall, London, too). 

Nearby there’s a statue of Indian nationalist Subhas Chandra Bose in a tall columned cupola – the cupola was was originally built in 1936 and a statue of British king George V was installed.

The George V statue by India Gate before 1968

The statue was vandalised in 1943 by Indian independence activists then removed in 1968 (to Coronation Park in Delhi where apparently loads of British Raj-era statues have been taken) leaving the cupola empty for many years.

The empty cupola before 2022

There were continued debates about what the do about the empty space – a statue of Ghandi was suggested, but the current Indian prime minister installed the statue of Subhas Chandra Bose,  in 2022 – a somewhat controversial decision since although he fought for independence he collaborated with Nazis and fascist Japan in the 1940s.

We wandered along the Kartavya Path past enormous canals and fountains towards the new very heavily fortified new India parliament building, opened in 2023.

New Indian parliament

We past the massive blocks still under construction of three ‘common central secretariat’ buildings where all ministerial departments will be housed and took a metro train to Rajiv Chowk to have lunch in Third Wave, Connaught Circle – a really nice trendy place with some nice vegan options – especially the lovely bananas and chocolate loaf – yum!

I needed a rest after that – so back to our hotel and another trip to Khan Market for light dinner at Bloom Cafe. We found a nice grocery store at Khan Market – with vegan chocolate and biscuits … then an iced cream store with vegan sorbet (dark chocolate for Matthew , blueberry for me) – all a nice Valentine’s Day treat!

Summary day 27

Thursday 13 February

Shimla – Delhi

We’re both still feeling a bit rough with our coughs and colds, but we needed to be up early, packed and eaten breakfast in time for our driver to take us to Chandargar at 8:30 from where we took a fast train to New Delhi. 

The drive down to Chandigarh was even more spectacular than the train ride up to Shimla – fantastic views of mountains, hills, valleys and passing through small towns and villages.

We arrived in Chandigarh with plenty of time to board the train. We’d been slightly worried that the driver’s fee plus tolls and taxes might use up all our rupees cash reserves, but he charged less than we expected: ₹5500 – so we were fine. 

Delhi has an estimated population of over 28 million – that’s mind-boggling- almost half the entire UK population in one place! The main New Delhi railway station seemed like most of the population in the city were there!

We found our way to the metro and bought a three ticket to allow us to explore the city. The metro is really good and we were at our hotel, the Ambassador, near Khan Square by late afternoon.

The Ambassador hotel was apparently where military officers lodged during British rule; it’s a lovely art deco building with curved balconies, white walls and big windows.

Beside the hotel there’s a lovely garden centre – the first we’ve been able to see in India. Matthew thought that it was a bit old fashioned, but I thought that it was charming.

Matthew had made an appointment with a tailor in Khan Market called Grover’s, with a view to having a jacket and/or a shirt made. He was starting to worry that it might cost a lot, but I thought it’s bound to be less than in the UK and how often do we have anything made to measure? (Never, ever obviously!). 

So Matthew was measured for a linen blazer – was fun choosing fabric and lining … he made up his mind quite quickly, it would have taken me ages. 

There was a plantbased restaurant in the market too – Green Mantis – another win! 

We were pretty tired – I think we’re both a bit run down – we were tucked up in bed by 9.

Summary day 26

Wednesday 12 February

Shimla

A quiet, restful day in Shimla. A few days ago I had an irritating cough that has now become a proper cold and I fear that I’ve passed it on to Matthew, who I’m pretty sure had a slight fever. Ugh!

We had a nice breakfast in the hotel and chatted with the Australian couple who were beside us in the train yesterday.

We wondered about taking a walk to Chadwick Falls – about 5km / 3 miles away, but reception staff advised against that as there’s very little water falling at this time and year. 

Instead of Chadwick Falls we went for a stroll into town. Shimla has many buildings in the Victorian gothic, Scottish baronial and Edwardian ‘Jacobethan’ or ‘Tudorbethan’ style … some have new bright red or green metal roofs. The buildings are stacked against the steep hillside.

Some of the signage on the shops is from the 1950s … or even earlier. The main street in Shimla, The Mall is traffic-free – so it’s a nice place to people watch and enjoy the sunshine. Just above the Mall is a plateaux called the Ridge – a high point in Shimla with with wonderful views in all directions. 

Lots of British built buildings in Shimla have been repurposed – the viceregal lodge (Rashtrapato Niwas – or presidential residence) was built in 1888. The Simla conference of 1945 to finalise the plan for Indian self-governance took place here. The decision to carve out Pakistan and East Pakistan from India was also taken here in 1947. The building now belongs to the Ministry of Education.

Near our hotel ‘The Retreat’ is the official summer residence of the president of India. 

The Ridge had a statue of Ghandi ‘the father of the nation’ and a plaque explaining that in Gandhi visited Shimla several times between 1921 and 1946 and that in 1931, Mahatma Gandhi addressed a huge rally on the Ridge. Christ church is also on the ridge – a very recognisable Anglican church with a square tower – although it’s painted yellow and gold.

It was amusing to notice so many locals wrapped up warm in puffa jackets and woolly hats – whereas we found it comfortably warm!

We headed back to our hotel for the afternoon – we’ve a lovely balcony view and it was good to recharge a bit before we make our way to Delhi tomorrow.

Summary day 25

Tuesday 11 February

Chandigarh – Shimla

Breakfast in the Hyatt Centric in Chandigarh is lovely – and they definitely, and by a long way, have the best coffee we’ve drunk so far in India!

Our taxi to the station in Chandigarh arrived at 0930 to take us to get our train to Kalka where we changed to the narrow-gauge Kalka – Shimla train. 

The Kalka – Shimla railway opened in 1903 and the route goes up into the Himalayan foothills with many twists and turns for 100km / 60 miles. There are 103 tunnels and 864 bridges. The track climb from 656 meters / 2,152 ft to a peak elevation of 2,076 meters / 6,811 ft at Shimla.

Shimla is the state capital and the largest city of the state of Himachal Pradesh – it’s also the furthest north in India that we’ll get. In 1864, Shimla was made the British summer capital in India because of its cool temperatures in the high forested hills. After independence, Shimla became the state capital of East Punjab. During the British Raj Shimla was famous for summer parties, balls and sports. There are still lots of recognisably British buildings in the city.

The ride on the train was brilliant – beautiful views; but something that makes me very sad about India was also really evident today – there’s rubbish strewn everywhere and here we were in a beautiful precious landscape and everywhere we looked there were discarded cartons, cans, plastic bags, foil trays … it’s horrendous. Most of the cities we’ve been to have been the same (with a couple of good exceptions). People were chucking stuff out of the train windows and it’s maddening. 

There were a couple from near Perth, Australia behind us and Matthew overhead that they were staying in the same hotel as us. When we arrived in Shimla the Australian couple took a cab to the hotel, we walked and arrived before them – we all laughed about that.

The Oberoi is quite high end – a beautiful hotel in an old building.

we didn’t check-in at reception as would normally be expected, instead we were offered drinks and escorted to our room (actually three rooms – bed-sitting room, bathroom and walk-in wardrobe). Our bags were carried in and after a short questionnaire on an iPad we were handed the keycards. While this was going on, a monkey climbed down onto our balcony and stared through the window!

I’ve been feeling a bit unwell for a few days, with a developing cough (that at first I put down to pollution) and now o think that I have a cold. I needed to rest while Matthew went swimming and had dinner on his own.

Hopefully I’ll be much better tomorrow.

Summary day 24

Monday 10 February

Chandigarh

We arrived early this morning in Chandigarh. It’s beautiful – a lovely city … green, clean, peaceful, with lots of open space, even cycle lanes! Demographically, Chandigarh feels different too – there seem to be more Sikhs here than other places that we’ve visited (although they make up only about 12% of the population).

We’d booked into our hotel last night, so that we could use our room as soon as we arrived this morning. We cleaned up and had breakfast then went off to explore the Rock Garden and some parks and the rose garden. We were intending to visit the Le Corbusier’s state parliament building, courthouse and ‘open hand’ monument, but that was only possible on a guided tour-fortunately, there was a guided tour available at 3 o’clock this afternoon that we could book onto.

Chandigarh has a really interesting history – the state capital of Punjab was historically Lahore, but following the partition of India in 1947 the western, mostly Muslim, part of Punjab was became part of Pakistan while they mostly seek and Hindu east remained in India. Lahore was in the west and so the India Punjab had no state capital. Another city could have been made into the state capital, but the first prime minister of India, Jawaharlal Nehru, wanted a new modernist planned city to be built. 

Last year we went to see an exhibition at the V&A called ’Tropical Modernism’, it was fascinating and explored the work of the British modernist architects who found it difficult to gain commissions in the more architecturally conservative UK during the 1930s, 40s and 50s, but who were able to adapt European modernist architecture to suit tropical climates, particularly in India and many colonial African countries – big overhangs and deep window recesses to provide shade and lots of ventilation for cooling. The master plan for Chandigarh and some of the important buildings in the city was developed by the Swiss-French architect, Le Corbusier, but the British architects Maxwell Fry and Jane Drew were involved too.

The Rock Garden, is one of the most famous sites in India. The garden was started by the clearly rather eccentric Nek Chand Saini. Visiting it was one of the main reasons that Matthew wanted to come here. Nek Chand was a city engineer who collected materials from demolition sites around the city that he could recycle into a huge enchanted garden in a designated wooded valley that was a conservation zone close to the city centre. The garden is made up of interlocking courtyards and passages richly decorated with stones, concrete designs and stones. The garden was built covertly, unknown to the authorities and completely illegal. When the rich garden was discovered the some in the city wanted to demolish it, but after it became evident that there was huge public support Nek was employed by the city to further develop the garden with 50 staff! Nek Chand Saini died in 2015, but the garden continues to develop and is hugely pop. Matthew will no doubt want to write far more knowledgeably about the garden than I can.

When we’d done and found that we couldn’t just go to the Le Corbusier state buildings we walked back to our hotel through a series of beautiful interlocking parks  – beginning with the Chandigarh War Memorial – shocking and tragic how many have died since independence.

Then through Bougainvillier Park (we saw some women rehearse a dance – looked like lots of fun); Leisure Valley ( with a curious miniature leaning Eiffel Tower and some improvised cricket games); then the rose garden (the biggest in Asia). 

W didn’t have much time back at the hotel before we had to set off for the tour if the state buildings. That was brilliant – a really good guide and we were joined by a group of architecture students. 

We didn’t expect to see inside the state parliament – but in we went (no photography allowed there, unfortunately).

We rested up then went to see some performing fountains around the corner that played from 18:30. 

Dinner at AJA Chandigarh,

Then back to bed to ready ourselves for the Himalaya Queen (train) to Shimla tomorrow.

Summary day 23

Sunday 09 February

Varanasi 

Our train from Agra to Varanasi Junction arrived two hours late at 0800 this morning, so we had less time in Varanasi than we planned. Our overnight train to Chandigarh is leaving at 14:47, so we only had a few hours. The station at Varanasi was really crowded – even though we thought that lots of the people on our train had got off a couple of stops earlier at Prayagraj – where the Kumbh Mela Hindu pilgrimage is taking place.

We left our bags at the cloakroom, admired the lovely station facade and headed into the city.

Varanasi (known as the‘city of light’ is situated on the West Bank of the sacred river Ganges, it’s one of the oldest inhabited cities in the world. I was hoping to see the Kashi Vishwanath Temple and then to see the river. We asked a tuk tuk driver to take is to the temple but he explained that an area in the centre of the city was a pedestrian only and he could only get us about 1km from the temple. That seemed ok.

We were dropped off and walked through barriers towards the temple and the river – there were thousands of people doing the same, many dressed in orange or red – really looking happy and cheerful. The closer were to the Kashi Vishwanath Temple  the denser the crowds became until we were on the middle of a total scrum with police blowing whistles and trying to direct the crowd. The queues to go to the temple were enormous – so we abandoned that and made our way to the river. Even that was a challenge – we were jammed up so tight with others that it felt dangerous … a fall would have been fatal. We held on to each other tightly.

We came to the river at Prayag Ghat (steps leading down the steep river bank to the water—where pilgrims perform rituals). The scene was extraordinary – hundreds of boats, thousands of people, some bathing in the water, beautiful flowers and flames floating on the river. We walked along the river for a while, and there was a lovely atmosphere. 

We walked past some Hindu holy men and tried to take everything in.

According to Hindu belief, dying in Varanasi is auspicious and grants instant salvation and thousands are cremated on the banks of the river. I didn’t want to go to the cremation ghats – it felt prurient and disrespectful, so we turned back inland down some lovely narrow lanes filled with little stores selling garlands, flowers, beads, bangles and shawls.

We needed to get some supplies for the train so went in search of a supermarket then took another Tuk Tuk back to the railway station for our next train to Chandigarh.

Summary day 22

Saturday 08 February

Agra

This morning was a big highlight – we were up at 0500 and out of our hotel by 0530 to walk to the Taj Mahal. The morning was dark still – the road to the east gate entrance of the Taj Mahal is wide and slopes gently down with perforated light columns every few metres. There were cows and dogs  wandering around (monkeys weren’t awake yet) and there were even some early morning runners. On one side of the road was the Taj protected forest by the river Yamuna and the stroll was a lovely, peaceful start to the day.

There was a small queue forming already to get in to the Taj Mahal  – so we were glad that we’d made the effort to arrive before the crowds. The number of people really swelled quickly. The security was super-serious, scanners (us and bags) and body searches and bag searches – all a bit chaotic, but we were in by 0700, just before sunrise. 

I don’t think I could ever do justice to the feeling of being in the Taj Mahal. It’s one of the seven wonders of the modern world (along with Colosseum in Rome, Petra in Jordan, Chichén Itzá in Mexico, Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, Machu Picchu in Peru and The Great Wall of China). It’s breathtaking and being there felt very special and emotional. The changing light as the sun rose really changed how Taj Mahal looked and the atmosphere.

Commissioned in 1631 by the fifth Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan, as a mausoleum for his wife, Mumtaz Mahal who died aged 38 while giving birth to their fourteenth child. Construction in phases took 22 years. 

Inside (no photographs allowed) are the likenesses of the tombs of Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan with the actual burials in the basement.

The gardens are divided into four quadrants that were further subdivided into four and originally filled with flowers and fruit trees, in Muslim belief, heavenly paradise is a garden, but by the time that the British Raj began in 1858 the gardens had become overgrown and the were remodelled in the style of a 19th century London park, which is how they still appear today.

After our visit we walked quietly back to our hotel for breakfast and arranged a late checkout. I’d thought that we might go to the Agra (Red) Fort this afternoon (completed in 1573 and the main residence of the Mughal rulers until 1638, when they moved to Delhi. It’s vast – really a walled city). But after the Taj Mahal, I didn’t really want to see any more  sights – and I knew that the Agra Fort would be incredible. I just didn’t think I could – and wasn’t sure that I wanted – to take anything more in. Furthermore, we’d gone past the fort last night on our way to and from  Chand Baori and the Taj Mahal viewpoint and also we were going to be taking a train from Agra Fort station at 18:20, so I had seen the outside already and I imagined that there’d be some time to look at the outside of the Agra Fort later.

We rested up and headed out for some late lunch at the vegan restaurant that we visited last night. We used the very new and clean and largely empty Agra Metro – that was good fun.

We went back to our hotel to collect our bags and then back to the metro that would take us to Agra Fort station (and our last glimpse of the Taj Mahal) for our night train.

We didn’t really see much more of the Agra Fort, which was a shame – but sometimes something has to give and I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see more.

At Agra station a couple of young men from the Netherlands asked us about the trains – lots of good chat followed about the vagaries of the trains and the website dnd the platform signs and the carriage signs and the platform alterations. While we taking we watched a monkey on the platform run up behind a man carrying a bag of biscuits and snatch it out of his hand then run away. The man was too sensible to give chase and the cheeky (or just very hungry) monkey sat on the ground, opened the bag and ate the lot!

The young men were interesting and interested – they were in India for two weeks and were also hoping to get to Mexico, New York and Quebec. One wanted to study medicine, the other was less certain – but perhaps criminology! I think that the young people we’ve met who are travelling around without much by way of money, in what to them must be very strange and difficult to navigate countries are an inspiration  – I rather wish that I’d had their wherewithal when I was their age.

We were all going to be boarding the same train  – they were going to Vatanesi, too – but we were changing to our sleeper train after two stops at Tundla Junction. We got off on a station that was absolutely heaving. I’d no idea how we’d all fit on our train – which was an hour late. Matthew was anxious that we might not be able to get on – the platform signs weren’t showing where each carriage would stop and if we were in the wrong place on the platform, what with the length of the train and the huge crowds, we’d be unlikely to get from one end of the train to the other before it left if the need arose. To add to the chaos there was a last-minute change of platform!

Thankfully a porter came to our rescue and led us to where our carriage was likely to be. Once the train arrived, Matthew made a dash for our allocated carriage door and boarded the train – I was stuck behind a barrow piled high with luggage and surrounded by dozens of people who were also trying to get on. A couple of train attendants were simultaneously pushing people away from the door to prevent them getting into a carriage and grabbed me and pulled me on! This was extraordinary – there’s no way I’d have made it on to the train otherwise. It doesn’t bear thinking about – Matthew on his way to Varanasi and me 600km / 400 miles away in Tundla Junction!

Summary day 21

Friday 07 February

Agra

Today is Peter Major’s birthday – happy birthday Pete! Pete is looking after our dogs while we’re here – thanks Pete – we know they’re in good hands! And a big lick from Zoly as thanks, plus her bum in your face while you’re in bed from Jojo as thanks, too!

Our driver collected us at 0900 this morning in Jaipur to drive to Agra. There are trains between Jaipur and Agra, but Matthew really wanted to see the amazing 8th-9th century Chand Baori stepwell in the village of Abhaneri – it’s 30m /100ft deep with 13 stories and 3500 steps – it’s one of the largest stepwells in India. 

We didn’t stay long at Chand Baori because we didn’t want to be too late arriving in Agra – when we were in Mumbai Amruta recommended we visit the tomb of Itmad-ud-Daula, a Mughal mausoleum built in 1622, which is sometimes called the “Baby Taj”, as it is regarded as a precursor of the Taj Mahal. As soon as we checked in to our hotel at 1500 we booked a taxi to take us to the mausoleum. 

We drove through Agra past the fort and could just glimpse the top of the Taj Mahal dome – exciting. Our taxi driver was singing along to Indian songs on the radio – it was sweet. The white marble mausoleum is set in beautiful gardens on the left bank of the River Yamuna; it was truly lovely – it was the first Mughal building to be finished in white marble (hence its influence on the Taj Mahal) – a real tranquil haven from the noisy streets outside. Once again, it was a shame that the fountains and rills were empty.

I realised that we were on the opposite side of the river to the Taj Mahal and the viewing area from the opposite bank wasn’t far  away – so we decided to go there. What a sight … it hardly seemed real, a pinch ourselves moment to see the Taj Mahal – it’s so iconic and something I never imagined I’d see for myself until a year ago.

After sundown we wandered back to the main road to get a tuk tuk to a vegan restaurant that Matthew had found. We passed Agra fort again and the city looked lovely lit up.

At the restaurant Matthew asked if they accepted cards – they didn’t and because our driver today didn’t accept bank transfers or card payments we were virtually out of rupees. I asked if there was an ATM nearby … there were, but neither worked with my card. There was a Bank of India ATM showing as 9 minutes walk away, so I figured that’d probably work. It wasn’t where Google maps said it was – so I ended up walking further then when I found it, it was out of cash. Infuriating!

There were some other ATMs nearby, but they wouldn’t work either. Getting back to the restaurant was challenging – I was in narrow backstreets that didn’t appear on my map. Eventually I got back to the restaurant – Matthew had been given ₹500 by a young British couple so he could pay our bill. Hopefully we’ll see them tomorrow to pay them back.

After dinner we went to another ATM that worked – so all’s well. 

Taj Mahal at dawn tomorrow morning – so early night tonight.

Summary day 20

Thursday 06 February

Jaipur

Matthew ordered breakfast to be delivered this morning – cereal, coffee, bread, jam and some soya milk – which saved us traipsing about looking for something to eat.

We’re located right by some of the main sights in central Jaipur and yesterday from the top of the Hawa Mahal I could see into the City Palace and the adjacent Jantar Mantar – one of the oldest astronomical observatories built in 1734 on the instructions of the Rajput king Sawai Jai Singh who is also credited with being the founder of Jaipur.

The Jantar Mantar was top of my list of places to visit in Jaipur; it was only a few minutes walk away, so it was the first stop off today. Many places in India use QR codes to enable payments and we’ve really struggled to make the system work for us. The QR codes moto be scanned and a link goes to a webpage that asks for lots of personal details, including a telephone number – that’s the point at which the system fails – we think that it must expect an Indian mobile number and although we both have Indian eSIMs that enable us to message and use data roaming, there’s no separate number, it’s somehow linking to our UK numbers. All attempts to put in different combinations of numbers (00/44/with or without spaces just haven’t worked). This is a roundabout way of saying that while it only took us a couple of minutes to walk to the Jantar Mantar , it took us about 40 minutes of Matthew wrestling with his phone to try (and fail) and buy a combination ticket that would give us access to several monuments in Jaipur. We gave up and paid cash for single entry.

Once we were in the Jantar Mantar was an absolute wonder. The site is a collection of 19 stone astronomical instruments/observatory that measure time and the position and distances of celestial bodies.

The site is dominated by the world’s largest stone sundial. There’s a really good interpretation centre too, that explains how the various instruments were used. 

It’s astounding that these instruments were made so long ago, of stone and that they’re so accurate – there’s an older sundial that’s correct to within 20 seconds and the newer, larger sundial is accurate to within two seconds!

We stayed much longer at Jantar Mantar than we expected.  Next on our itinerary were a couple of gardens on the outskirts of Jaipur that Matthew wanted to visit  – Vidyadhar Garden and Amber Palace garden, they were on opposite sides of Jaipur, so getting there required a taxi or a tuk tuk. Mindful of our previous cross words, we agreed to negotiate carefully. Ha! That was never going to happen – as soon as we exited the Jantar Mantar we were besieged – a young tuk tuk driver agreed to take us to Vidyadhar Garden(about 6km / 4.5 miles from central Jaipur), wait for us then take us the 12km / 7.5 miles to Amer (also known as Amber) Fort and back into the city for ₹1,000 – which seemed reasonable… He told us that he could also take us on an tour of the city in his tuk tuk and on a visit a ‘block printing’ workshop – which I thought I’d firmly declined! We climbed in and realised that we’d made a big mistake straight away – lesson learned: try and avoid tuk tuks with young drivers … he was 22 he told us. He drove really erratically, really fast , often on the wrong side of the road, horribly dangerously close to other vehicles – at one point we passed his friend’s tuk tuk that had broken down and he was pushing it from behind with his leg extended out to the side. There are no seatbelts in tuk tuks.

Vidyadhar Garden was made in 1988 as a memorial to to Vidyadhar Bhattacharya (1693-1751) who was the chief architect and planner of the old city of Jaipur. Jaipur is one of the earliest planned cities of India and has wide streets to a largely grid-like design. I quite like gardens, but I don’t really know much about plants or garden design – my sense of this garden is that it was very nice with its lawns and pavilions but that it would probably be really delightful if all the water features – rills and ponds and fountains were working … but they weren’t. So it was fine enough, but a bit disappointing. 

On our way to and from Vidyadhar Garden we passed the entrance to the Galta Kund (Monkey)Temple and also the modern (incomplete) Birla Mandir Hindu temple, a striking building built from white marble. It has three towers, referencing the three main faiths of India.

Our driver waited patiently and was ready to take us to the Amber Fort on another hair-raising journey to the other side of side of the city. The fort is built high on a hill to the north-east of the city and we’d seen it illuminated from the Hawa Mahal palace yesterday. The first thing to say as we approached the fort is that it’s gigantic- with extensive walls all around. Below Amer fort is Maota Lake, where there is a rectangular island called Kesar Kyari Bagh which has a beautiful saffron garden, built in the 15th century. We couldn’t get on to the isle, unfortunately, but there were some very nice views from the fort above.

Amer fort itself was also used as a palace and we visited a series of beautiful courtyards and pavilions and even a Turkish bath.

We became separated in the fort and the walls were so think that locating each other using our phones was impossible. I chatted to a nice couple who lived in Waterloo – he was a retired neurologist and she was a retired teacher … he’d been born in India and they visited often.

We were longer at Amer Fort than we expected – the day was running away from us. Our ever-faithful tuk tuk driver was waiting for us (unfortunately) and on the way back into Jaipur he paused at the Jal Mahal (Water Palace) which was constructed around 1699 in the middle of Man Sagar Lake on the outskirts of the city – it’s not open to visitors, but it looked lovely in the evening light. 

Our driver then insisted on taking us to what turned out to be his uncle’s block printing fabric workshop and store where he sold handmade shirts, shawls, custom cibers, suits and heaven-knows what else. Matthew was drawn quite far in to having a shirt made out of some fabric he’d selected for ₹2,500 (around £23). I was a little bit bored and uncomfortable with the hard sell. So when Matthew asked what I thought about the fabric I said that I didn’t really like it (which was true). We got off lightly I thought with only buying a shawl – which is lovely.

As we were leaving the store I couldn’t find my shoes, which I’d taken off before I’d gone in. Someone had warned me that their friend had had their shoes stolen on the train … so I figured that they’d been taken, which was annoying. There was a pair of big blue Saucony trainers on the floor – matthew thought they might be mine … I insisted that they weren’t. He definitely recognised them and wondered if they were his. Had I been wearing his shoes all day without realising?! We looked at some photographs that Matthew had taken of me earlier in the day and sure enough I was wearing his blue trainers – how embarrassing! I’ve no idea how I hadn’t noticed – he’s size 48 / 12 and I’m 45 / 10.5!

We were starting to run low on rupees and we’d need more to pay our driver tomorrow, so we went to an ATM and both cards were declined! (sigh). A quick call to the bank resolved it – we needed to find an ATM with a visa/Mastercard sticker on it. the nearest was at the Bank of India about a mile away – it took us ages to find it, but it worked

We went for late dinner at Go with Vegan – lovely! 

Summary day 19

Wednesday 05 February

Jaipur

Today is my sister’s birthday – happy birthday Lisa! 

We were up early and packed as we’re going to Jaipur today. It’s another longish train journey (six hours). There weren’t any tuk tuks outside the hotel, so we had a nice short walk through the quiet old town until we found one. Some of the shops were just opening and some people were sweeping the street in front of their shop. Lots of dogs were wandering about, probably enjoying this part of the day with no traffic on the streets.

At Uidapur station we couldn’t find our carriage and walked the length of the giant platform before someone told us that our train to Jaipur was on a different platform! Once on board our train was lovely – modern and comfortable with at table service in first class!

We arrived in Jaipur at 1400 – rather fatigued and as seems to be the norm we (mostly Matthew, it has to be said) were accosted by tuk tuk and taxi drivers. There’s a metro in Jaipur – there’s a stop by the railway station and our hotel is very near a metro station, too – so Matthew tried to make it clear that we didn’t need a tuk tuk. One particular driver wasn’t having it and promised to match the metro fare (very unlikely) and wouldn’t leave Matthew alone. Matthew was getting exasperated and used his assertive, firm-but-fair voice – but that made things worse … he was accused of not being polite and was lectured on the importance of civility in India. The only way we could escape was to retreat back into the station. Poor Matthew  – he’s the kindest, sweetest man – is never rude, so for him to be told that was horrible.

We found another route to the metro station by walking down the (very long) platform and made our way to our hotel – not really a hotel as such, a small palatial house – a bit like an Airbnb (without the breakfast!). It’s extraordinary – right by the (absolutely enormous) bazaar and very extravagantly decorated.

On one we’d settled in we went to explore around – our guidebook has a suggested walk around Jaipur, we are staying on the route so we thought we should do it. The guidebook shows the the lovely pink buildings that Jaipur is famed for and wide streets. The guidebook doesn’t show the crazy traffic or give any sense of incessant deafening noise of vehicle horns. It’s quite overwhelming – add in the hundreds of little shops spilling out into the street, thousands of people, almost every other shopkeeper inviting us to look at their wares, stray dogs and street monkey – it was all becoming too much. 

We really needed some peace and quiet. We were by the Hawa Mahal palace and decided to go in. The palace – built in 1799 on the orders of Maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh- is famous for the five-floor (it’s very high!) rear elevation has 953 small windows and latticework openings (called Jharokhas) there to enable the women to look out without being seen and to keep the space cool.

It was lovely inside – much, much quieter than the street, with a big fountain in a square and lots of places to sit and relax – just what we needed. A couple of people asked us to be on their photographs! There was an arts festival taking place with musicians and puppeteers giving performances. All lovely.

From the top we could see the Amber Fort and the Jantar Mantar observatory – one of the oldest astronomical observatories built in 1734, it includes the world’s largest stone sundial – accurate to within 2 seconds – that’s absolutely incredible! I’m hoping to visit the observatory tomorrow.

We stayed in the Hawa Mahal palace to watch the sunset over the city and then headed back into the crazy streets outside.

A man in the street admired Matthew’s moustache (he gets this a lot!); he was an artist and with his younger friend were visiting temples to make copies of the wall art there – that they then sold. They accompanied us to a small Hindu temple on Gangori Bazaar Road, near the Choti Chaupar metro station – I can’t find its name on the map – it had two beautiful carved elephants up some steps at the entrance. We had a look around and they showed us some of their work – it was beautiful, but we weren’t in the market for religious paintings at that (or indeed any) moment. I’ve been quite disturbed by the contrast between the apparent spiritualism, and righteousness and animal-friendly tenets of Hindu faiths and the viciousness of Hindu nationalist politics in India.

So back to our own ‘palace’ and on our way we were accosted by a man who’d given us directions earlier – he has a jewellery workshop and store that he wanted us to see – we accompanied him, admired the fine  workmanship, but gently insisted that we didn’t want to buy anything ‘for our wives’!

Summary day 18

Tuesday 04 February

Uidapur

We’re staying in a Heritage Hotel in Uidapur – it’s the Amet Haveli, stunning rooms with views over glorious Lake Pichola (although we had a cheaper one with an internal courtyard view).

Our hotel in Uidapur is beautiful – a converted palace by the lake. The doors are a quite small with a lovely decorative door arch – poor Matthew cut his head on our first morning – there was blood everywhere!

At breakfast there was no dairy-free milk, but they asked us to wait for 10 minutes while they sent someone to fetch some. That’s my kind of place!

After breakfast we explored around the hotel and then walked through the old city to the Uidapur City Palace. Begun in 1559 and built over the next 400 years, the City Palace is enormous – and half of it is closed to visitors! Many parts of India were princely states in the British empire – but after independence in 1947 they merged with the newly independent state. 

From the City Palace we took  boat trip to Jagmandir Island Palace. Being in the boat was sublime – cool by the water and quiet. The gardens were lovely, although it was a shame that the fountains weren’t running.

After we led the City Palace we were heading to lunch at a place on Matthew’s spreadsheet – but we’d not walked very far when we saw a sign for a restaurant that offered vegan options! We thought we should give it a try and we weren’t disappointed: it was called Millets – thalli for Mike and lemon millet for Matthew. 

We walked back to our hotel for a snooze then went up to the roof for a nice view of the sunset over Pichola Lake.

In the evening we wandered around the old town – winding streets full of brightly lit shops, cafes, restaurants, temples stray dogs, cows and people. There was a cafe listed in Happy Cow (our vegan app) that we wanted to try. After a little bit of doubling back on ourselves, we eventually found it in the roof of an apartment building. It was lovely – with fantastic views. 

Uidapur was worth the long journey to get here.

Summary day 17

Monday 03 February

Mumbai – Jaipur

Today was the day of almost continuous long train journeys – I reckon that we travelled around 1,000 miles in 26 hours, so not a lot else to report.

We left Mumbai at 23:10 on the overnight sleeper to Jaipur. Our first journey was around 1200km / 750 miles. Taking 18 hours. We had a double cabin and were served breakfast, a mid morning snack and lunch on the train. All welcome (we’d brought supplies, too, so we weren’t going to be hungry!). 

At Jaipur we had about half an hour to change for the 14:10 Uidapur train – a further 400 km / 250 miles. Taking 8 hours. No cabin this time – just comfortable reclining seats. Lots of food sellers walking briskly through the train – selling coffee, chai, ice cream, chocolate and sandwiches. 

The trains were comfortable and we caught up with the Archers, listened to some music and podcasts, read, I watched some Severance while Matthew watched a documentary about Dolly Parton (!). We both watched a drama based on life of Hattie Jacques – a British comedian in the 1960s and 1970s. 

We passed through beautiful landscapes and saw our first camels out of the window.

Summary day 16

Sunday 02 February

Mumbai

Our second day in Mumbai – and the city has really delivered! We both went out running at 07:30 – after 2.5 miles, Matthew headed back into the hotel, I wanted to push up my miles from my last run if I could, so I aimed for 8 miles … and pleased that I managed 9, although my foot was really sore towards the end. While I was running I noticed a man with Quayside written on his shirt – I caught him up and asked him which quayside his shirt referred to – he said “There is only one!” Ha, ha – he was from Newcastle – my home town! He lives in Gosforth, went to Leeds University, his son lives in Tynemouth. Small world. I asked him what he was doing running about in Mumbai … he was with the English cricket squad – for the fifth and final Twenty20 international match England v India this evening. Also, the whole squad is staying in the same hotel as we are! Extraordinary!

When I got back to hotel I joined Matthew for breakfast and told him about my meeting. A few minutes later he said “There are tickets available. Shall we go?” Of course!! (Apologies, Vaishakh – not a test match, but that wasn’t available today!).

At 12:00 we met with Amrutha at Mumbai railway station. Amrutha is a friend of Bharath and Shubhi and is a museologist and academic curator particularly interested in documents. She also loves cats.

Amrutha has a deep knowledge and wonderful way of explaining the development and architecture in Mumbai. We walked around the old fort area and drank a lot of juice to keep cool! We spent quite a while in a lovely bookshop, too and the David Sassoon library.

We have some very long train journeys ahead, so we went to a little supermarket (part of Tesco!) and a whole food store for provisions.

When we arrived back in the hotel, we were a little surprised to see a cordon running from the entrance to the lifts – lots of people waiting with their phone cameras primed and security staff keeping everyone back. The England cricket team were about to walk out to the bus that was waiting outside to take them to tonight’s game. That was fun – a really nice atmosphere and a fairly pessimistic view among the assembled crowd of England’s prospects this evening.

Our match tickets had been couriered to the hotel – Matthew was sent backwards and forwards between different places to get them and rather typically they turned out to have been at the first place he’d gone to all along!

We walked to the Wankhede Stadium – the crowds were getting bigger and bigger and excitement was building. We could see the enormous floodlights lighting up the sky. We had some trouble getting in – some of the people in the hotel lobby who were going to the game told us that we wouldn’t be allowed in with any bags. So I left my bag at the hotel, taking only my wallet, small binoculars, my phone and the powerbank charger. I hadn’t spotted that Matthew had a small bag with him with his wallet, our passports, a small tube of sunscreen and a packet of wet-wipes (he rarely goes anywhere without them!). At the gates there were security searchers and I wasn’t allowed my binoculars or phone charger. The sunscreen and Matthew’s bag were also forbidden. Sigh. Arguing that I’d had my binoculars in UK cricket matches wasn’t impressing anyone. My ankle was pretty sore by now after a long day on my feet, so Matthew decided to run back and leave the banned items at our hotel then come back while I went in. Our hotel wasn’t too far, so he was back before the start of play.

The atmosphere in the stadium was brilliant – exciting. India have already won the five match series 3-1 … it would be nice if England could avoid a 4-1 defeat. There was some amazing cricket on display … unfortunately not much of that from the England side! England won the toss and chose to bowl first, India’s young batting superstar Abhishek Sharma played brilliantly, scoring 135 off 54 balls that included 13 sixes – the most by an India batter in T20s (no one else came anywhere close to Sharma’s score). It was both beautiful and painful to watch as an Englishman – and there was some fun, friendly banter from the Indian supporters around us as we celebrated the Indian fall of wickets then watched ours fall so quickly in dismay!

The scorecard is here and the match report is here (if you can bear it!).

The final indignity was our taxi to the Mumbai Central station. We came out of the stadium and started walking hurriedly back to our hotel to collect our bags – we were conscious that we we didn’t have a lot of time to get our 11:10 evening departures so we hailed a taxi. We said that we wanted to go to our hotel – it was about 1km to the hotel and then 6.5 km to the station – about 4½ miles altogether. The taxi driver said that it would cost ₹2,000 – that’s £20! I baulked and said “Whaaat? You’re joking right?” I said that we shouldn’t go – we could keep walking to the hotel (it wasn’t far, we could see it) and pick up a taxi to the station from there. Matthew was already putting our bags in the back of the taxi and the road was crowded with people coming out of the stadium – I think Matthew was worried that we might not get another taxi and that missing the train would be disastrous. I got in, but I was fuming. The taxi driver drove like a maniac through the heavy traffic, too, which didn’t help. When we arrived at Mumbai central Matthew dived out of the taxi leaving me to pay – the driver then even asked for another ₹500! I said absolutely not and climbed out!

We walked into the station both a little stressed and tense. I said I wish you’d listened to me back then. ‘Let’s not have a row about it’ was the reply. 

Mumbai Central was lovely – airy with big departure boards. On the train, there were people in our cabin who insisted that they were in the right room – we went to find inspector who looked up our reservation and told us we were in a different cabin to the one printed on our ticket – go figure! The train is newer and really nice. We also get breakfast and lunch tomorrow!

Summary day 15

Saturday 01 February

Mumbai

Our train from Hosapete arrived in Mumbai later than expected, Matthew had booked last night in the Trident hotel, Mumbai even though we were going to be on the train so that we could check in as soon as we arrived. 

We had a quick look around the station – CSMT (Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminal), formerly Victoria – completed in 1887.

We headed to our hotel to freshen up, sort out laundry for hotel to wash and then go down for breakfast.

After breakfast we wandered along Marine Drive then headed to the museum. We passed through Oval park – where lots of people were playing cricket … I was settling in to watch (I love cricket),  but Matthew was becoming impatient. 

We passed a big art festival near the university and learned that today was Mumbai Pride! And the annual march was this afternoon at 3! We decided that we had to go to that!

The museum was lovely and we particularly liked the textile gallery where we were able to do a little bit of fabric printing.

We took a cab to near the start of the pride march and started looking for it – luckily we found it quite quickly – small but rather wonderful. Matthew wrote a separate blog about that. 

While we were planning our trip, Matthew said that he wanted to see if we could make a reservation at Mumbai’s poshest 5-star luxury hotel – the Taj Mahal Palace, which is beside the Gateway of India. The ‘Taj’ opened in 1903. The hotel was commissioned by  the industrialist Jamshedji Tata – who founded the Tata company. It is said that he decided to build a luxury hotel in Bombay after he was refused entry to Watson’s Hotel in the grounds of his ethnicity. The Taj Mahal was also one of a number of hotels attacked in November 2008 by a terrorist group – 167 people were killed, 31 at the Taj. There was significant damage to the hotel too – the roof was destroyed by fire. The Taj has been restored and is now a desirable destination. 

Matthew emailed the hotel a few months ago to ask if vegan afternoon tea was available. Slightly to our surprise we had an immediate response – less surprising was the answer … they were passing our question on to the chef! I thought bloody hell – if you’re a chef, then you say of course I can prepare a vegan afternoon tea. Anyway, we didn’t get a further response until just before we left – an email with a vegan afternoon tea menu attached. Excellent, we could book that.

Well, the best laid plans often go awry… when we arrived at the Trident Hotel this morning we needed to send some of our clothes to be laundered. I chatted with Matthew about including my trousers, which needed washing and wearing my shorts today, which were clean. He thought that would be ok and so I wore my shorts. After the pride march we hailed a cab to take us to Taj Mahal. We had a look at India Gate and then went in to the hotel.

A sign outside the dining room door said ‘formal attire only’ and Matthew asked a waiter if I could go in wearing shorts. I could not! So that was that.

All was not lost, however, Matthew is his father’s son and is often very well organised and has backup plans for these sorts of eventualities (just like his dad used to do with a notepad). There exists an epic spreadsheet with several tabs – rows are days on our trip and columns include things like where we’re staying, if it’s booked, how booked, booking reference number, if it’s paid or to pay, hotel website, sites to visit in that place, any potential gardens or horticultural highlights nearby and additional optional things to do in that place. If we’re travelling, which train, is it booked, is it paid for, which carriage, which seat … you get the idea ! He’s been poring over this spreadsheet most evenings for weeks.

One of the columns in Matthew’s contains the fruits of his searches for vegan food providers in every place – so in Mumbai the closest one to where we were at the Taj was called Earth Cafe – we headed there and they had a lovely menu … I could hardly believe that it was all vegan – and I kept asking the staff to reassure me. For some reason, Matthew has been wanting pizza for the last few days – so pizza it was. Yum! 

We walked back to the hotel for tea and biscuits. Yum yum!

Summary day 14

Friday 31 January

Hampi

It’s curious looking back on today – our visit to Hampi almost didn’t happen. We weren’t initially planning to go to Hampi, but when I realised that our route from Bengaluru to Mumbai would take us fairly close, I pushed for Hampi’s inclusion. It required quite a bit of rejigging of Matthew’s planned schedule, but I’m very glad that we went – it’s an extraordinary, enormous set of ruins from a great  Hindu civilisation. 

Hampi is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Extensive remains of a fortified city that was the grand capital of the Vijayanagara empire from 1336. The city was the world’s second largest after Beijing at the time and it had religious, royal and commercial areas. The Vijayanagara empire was defeated by a coalition of Muslim armies in 1565 after which Hampi was ruined and abandoned. 

Hampi is about 13 kilometres (8.1 miles) from Hosapete. The train arrived at 07:00 and our onward train to Mumbai was scheduled to leave Hosapete at 13:40 taking us overnight to arrive in Mumbai at 6am. I knew that just a morning in Hampi wouldn’t do it justice and I knew that we’d only get to see a fraction of the place, but that would be better than nothing.

Our overnight journey to Hosapete was tiring – it was our first sleeper train in India and we had a shared cabin with two others. Our travel companions were getting off in the middle of the night. Neither of us slept well, and we arrived in Hosapete feeling very tired. 

We didn’t want to be burdened with our bags on our visit to Hampi, so we had to search (quite hard) for the left luggage room that we knew from guidebook was at the station in Hosapete. Once found, inevitable forms and passports and payments needed to be made.

Outside Hosapete a tuktuk driver was keen to take us to Hampi and he also wanted to drive us around some of the major sites (which are spread over 16 square miles), but neither of us were really in the mood for tearing about in a tuktuk and trying to take too much in, so I asked him to just take us to the site and we’d make our own decisions about what to see.

We were dropped off by the Virupaksha Hindu temple, which predates the rest of the city includes a monastery and remained an active Hindu pilgrimage site after the city was destroyed and abandoned. It was beautiful and we could hear constant singing from the temple complex as we walked up an adjacent granite hill and explored the ruins.

It was still early and there was hardly anyone else around – just some young pilgrims, all dressed in deep red and a small group of French tourists. 

We found some benches at Sunset Pont at the top of hill and ate some breakfast – that was magical – we had wonderful views of surrounding mountains, the soft singing from the temple, the exciting chatter of the young pilgrims … and a troop of monkeys realised that we were eating and came to see what they could scavenge!

We made a plan to walk along the river Tungabhadra to the royal quarter  – I really wanted to see the unique chariot temple – carved in stone and made even more famous because it appears on the 50 rupees banknote.

On our way we say an interesting photographic exhibition – some prints from the mid 1850s when much of the site was overgrown compared with now.

We went to the Nandi – an enormous stone statue of the god in the form of a bull. We rested in the shade there and tried to take everything in. I feel some affection towards Nandi – ever since Vaishakh took us to the Bull temple in Bangaluru – Nandi always seems to me to be rather stately, patient and peaceful.

The walk along the river was lovely- with more and more extensive ruins and the Sri Yantrodharaka Hanuman temple – with beautiful carved elephants guarding the entrance. 

The Shri Achyutaraaya Swami temple with an enormous, but empty, theertham (tank near temple that is filled with holy water for priest to bathe in). 

Then on to see the thing I really came to see: the Shree Vijaya Vitthala temple and the surrounding structures. On our we met a young British man from Cambridge, called Tom. He was a sweet guy – on a three month sabbatical and travelling along – heading to Vietnam after India… what a great trip!

The Shree Vijaya Vitthala was more than I could hope for – it’s extraordinary that it was abandoned since so much remains. It was strange to think of this place – now so beautiful and quiet and think of how it might have been in its heyday crowded and full of noise and the colour. 

The tranquility was shattered by a couple of very loud Australian tourists – they had a guide and were asking him some really silly questions … it was obvious that they had no idea where they were or what they were seeing. I felt a little embarrassed to also be a White westerner near them. Time for us to move on. 

We had about an hour left and I talked to Matthew about what we could do next – we agreed that the Zanana enclosure – about 6km away with the Lotus Mahal, watch towers, guardhouse and elephant stables would be possible if we walked back to main road and tried to get a tuktuk. We found a driver who agreed to take us to the enclosure – wait for us and then drive us back to Hosapete railway station.

The Zanana enclosure was more extraordinary – I feel like I run out of superlatives when trying to describe Hampi. The photos don’t do it justice – the warm air, bright sunshine, cool breeze, sounds of the birds, sweet smells, friendly people … a place to spend time, but unfortunately we had to go.

Our tuktuk driver was crazy fast, weaving around cars, bikes, cattle-drawn carts and pedestrians- and often on the wrong side of the road – on our return journey. Matthew had to close his eyes. I hung on (no seatbelts!). The train was an hour late and there was a last minute change of platform that meant hundreds of people trudging over a bridge (no walking across the tracks here!). The train was enormous. Bars on the windows are to prevent monkeys climbing in by the way , nothing to do with crime … unless we count monkey business as a crime!

Our cabin to Mumbai was a two-berth. All felt very 1950s style, but perfectly comfortable. We’d brought plenty of supplies – so picnic dinner, watching some Monty Don garden tv on the iPad and then dig in for the rest of our 16 hours journey to Mumbai

Summary day 13

Thursday 30 January

Bengaluru

Our second day exploring Bengaluru . We had the suite on the seventh floor of the the Radisson – just like last time. It’s a lovely room – with a coffee machine and an amazing view (and remote control curtains!), so we had coffee and watched the sun come up. The gym is on the same floor as our room and Matthew went over there to do his RED run (we don’t know how he’ll get to run tomorrow as we’re going to be on trains heading north for a lot of the time with a break of a few hours in Hampi). 

Good morning Bengaluru

The Radisson in Bengaluru is opposite Lake Ulsoor and I could see from our window that there was a path alongside the lake. I thought that running by the lake would be nice and tried to persuade Matthew to join me, but he wasn’t having it (he says that he doesn’t really like running with me – which is a bit sad). I’m still recovering from a sprained foot and it aches from time to time but last time I ran was on the beach in Kerala and I managed 3 miles on one day then 4 miles the next – in the heat and on the sand); it’s much cooler here in Bangaluru and it’d be flat, so I wanted to try for 10k/6 miles. Finding my way onto the path was tricky but once I was beside the water it was a wonderful run. Quite a few others were out running – and it’s always nice to wave, nod, smile, give a thumbs-up as we pass each other. There were also lots of speed walkers and people doing yoga. It was a shame that the path didn’t go all the way around the lake, though- I had to run back and forth around half of it a few times to get the miles in – 6.7 miles to be exact.

I could see our hotel room from across the lake.

After breakfast we lazed about a bit, read up on Hampi and decided what to do with our day in Bengaluru. Matthew wanted to try a vegan cafe that he’d found out about, I wanted to get a haircut and beard shave, and Matthew wanted to explore the city centre a bit.

I found a barber nearby and Matthew decided to have a trip too. It’s very nice feeling less like a shaggy old grey dog! Then we took the metro to Indiranagar from where it was a short walk to Copper + Cloves … a wonderful vegan cafe in a lovely old house with a pretty garden.

It was so nice to have a choice from an entirely vegan menu!

After lunch we headed to Cubbon/Sri Chamarajendra Park in the centre of the city – it’s huge! The park was originally laid out in 1870 and has been extended so that it now covers 1.2km ².

There are formal gardens, rocky outcrops, fountains, wooded areas, naturalistic planting, a bandstand, a fern house and shrines. The central library is in the park as is the archeological museum.

Nearby were the Courthouse and the magnificent legislative assembly of Karnatika building (known as the Vidhana Soudha) that was completed in 1956.

We’ve some long train journeys coming up, so we needed to get some food supplies in and collect our bags from the hotel. We took the metro to the train station, but got off a stop too early! Thankfully we had plenty of time and took the next Metro. My token wouldn’t let me out at the railway station because I’d not paid enough – it took a bit of explaining that Google had told us to go to the previous stop for the railway station.

While we sat on the platform at Bengaluru, I was wondering where my jacket was. I asked Matthew if he’d packed it in his bag. He realised that he’d hung his jacket and my jacket in the wardrobe in the Radisson and forgotten to take them out and pack them. Oh no! We’ve emailed the hotel to see if they can post them on for us. Fingers crossed!

Summary day 12

Wednesday 29 January

Mysuru – Bengaluru

A much quieter day today than yesterday. And our last scheduled day with Vaishakh. We decided to wear the new shirts that Vaishakh had given us yesterday – they’re lovely and cool.

Matthew did a short run … he’s almost at the end of RED January and he’s really stuck at it, even though finding suitable places to run here in India has been challenging. I’m very proud of him. 

We had breakfast with Stephen and met his lovely cat, Billet-Doux, who seems to be a little lost and confused about the absence of her housemate, Lucie.

Vaishakh had originally proposed that we leave at 05.00 – but his next passengers were delayed, so we didn’t need to leave until 08.00. The drive to Bengaluru was uneventful and we arrived at the Radisson at 11:30.

Sad to be saying farewell to Vaishakh, his advice and help was far above and beyond what we could have ever imagined. He went off to collect his laundry and see his mum before meeting his next passengers.

A couple of days ago Matthew was engrossed on his phone (as is often the case, I think). When I asked him what he was doing, he became quite cagey and told me to mind my own business! Turns out he’d found a vegan bakery in Bengaluru and they could deliver to our hotel. We’d not found any deserts other than fruit that were vegan so far in India, so he ordered a little raspberry and mango cake and it was waiting for us at the Radisson hotel. The cake was in a little cardboard box and as we were checking in one of the reception staff brought it over to us, saying “Here is your cake.” Obviously I had no idea what was going on and I imagined that maybe this something that they do here … bring people cake when they check in! So I told them no thank you! She looked a bit confused and Matthew had to insist that it was ok – and took the box from her. Up in our room (the exact same one we stayed in last time we were here!) he explained what he’d done. We had some tea and cake – very civilised!

We’re taking our first overnight train tomorrow and Matthew has signed up to a train food ordering app … but we’re not confident that there’ll be much available that we could eat – I think it depends on what’s close to the  intermediate stations. Vaishakh told us about the Fresh Pick store in the 1MG – Lido Mall, which is very near our hotel, that he thought would have vegan food, so we went to check that out. In the mall Matthew was a little distracted by the Gap store – he used to work for Gap in Bristol in his student days, but Gap pulled out of the UK several years ago – so it was a curious trip down memory lane for him. There was also an M&S in the mall, too – we had a look around there, too. It’s very good value here – but I’m trying to dissuade Matthew from buying stuff that we’ll have to carry for the rest of the holiday. We saw another likely vegan store opposite, Nature’s Basket Artisan Pantry  – they had loads of nice vegan stuff, too, and a nice restaurant on the top floor with plenty of vegan options – I went for more dosa, Matthew didn’t want dosa three days in a row, so he went for the pasta arrabbiata – not very Indian!

Summary day 11

Tuesday 28 January

Mysuru

Today was a truly wonderful day – Vaishakh lives in Mysuru and is very rightly proud of his home city.  Vaishakh showed us many important sights in and around the city and we talked a lot about the city, his friends and our families. He’s a truly good man who works hard and is very kind. We were fortunate to meet him and it’s thanks to Bharath and Shubhi who we first met in Bristol last summer and who suggested that that Vaishakh could be our driver.

We began the day with breakfast at our homestay (Mysore Bed and Breakfast). There were 9 around the table: a British couple from Warsash, (near Southampton), a young French couple from Paris, a German and Indian couple with their small boy, Stephen the proprietor and Sowbaghaya who cooked breakfast. It was nice chatting about India and Indian trains. Most of the other guests were leaving on the Hampi Express later today.

Vaishakh arrived at 10 to collect us. We’d sent him home last night with a gift for his one-year old son, Dhairya. Dhairya had some stuffed animal toys and Sindhoo said that Dhairya was a bit obsessed with dogs – he referred to his stuffed animal toys as dogs, but we noticed that he didn’t have a dog – there was an elephant, a unicorn and a cat …so we had fun choosing a cute dog soft toy for him. Vaishakh said that Dhairya loved it and showed us a lovely picture of him with the dog – so cute! We drove into the city centre and parked near the Devaraja market, so we could explore the market itself and the centre on foot. The market is fantastic – really big and with stalls piled high with all manner of fruit and vegetables and spices and flowers – it was heaven. We saw some couples who were getting married and having parties of their wedding videos made there – it was nice to see them. We tried a lovely sweet fruit that’s in season – Vaishakh bought some for us to eat on our train journey to Hampi in a couple of days.

After visiting the market, we headed to Mysore Palace.

Vaishakh told us that his neighbour worked in the palace … we thought that this might give us privileged access … but unfortunately she wasn’t working today. Then he thought that he might know someone else who worked at the palace and went to see if he could find them. I had spotted a sign to the restroom, so I used the opportunity to go in search of the toilet … I followed the signs around the corner where the path forked, but there were no more signs that I could see – I walked in one direction past a green and a temple and was at a big gate with guards on it … I didn’t see and more restroom signs, so I went back to the other road that went in the other direction but I was walking further than seemed plausible and wondered if I’d walked past the toilet without noticing, so I turned around again and slowly retraced my steps. Still no restroom! Eventually I found them at the end of the second path and near the entrance – it would have been much quicker if I’d walked in the opposite direction to the signs. I’d just settled in when I heard Vaishakh calling my name – he realised that I was probably lost and had come to find me!

Vaishakh did know someone who was working and they did arrange for us to visit some closed off rooms. She was lovely – was an accountant (I think) and said that her brother studied in Leeds! She arranged for us to have our own guide, who was really knowledgeable and explained what we were looking at. First of all we went into an army room and then a room full of stuffed animal hunting trophies (this second room was quite an unwelcome place for me to be!). Our guide even pointed out where the bullets had gone into the tigers, which was really quite upsetting. Matthew did point out that there wasn’t much we could do about that now! Vaishakh was super sensitive and realised that we didn’t want to be there, he explained to the guide that we were vegans – it sounded like it took quite a lot of explaining! We were allowed to take photos in these rooms that were not normally available to visit. We then toured the rest of the palace – it’s magnificent.

There are seven palaces in Mysuru – (the city is often called the ‘City of the Palaces’), this was the main palace as it was the official residence of the Wadiyars until Indian independence. The first palace inside the Old Fort was built in the 14th century. The previous palace burned down during the wedding of Jayalakshammani, the eldest daughter of Chamaraja Wodeyar in 1896. The new palace was designed by Henry Irwin, a British architect and built quickly between 1897 and 1912. Mysore Palace has over three million visitors every year and is the second most visited tourist attraction in India – only the Taj Mahal has more.

After the palace we went to the bus station for the 201 to Chamundi Hill. While waiting for the bus, one of Bharath’s and Vaishakh’s friends, Suprith, arrived – just to say hello (and to have a picture taken with us for Barath I suspect!).

We’ll see Suprith later – he used to work for an NGO with Vaishakh and Bharath. Suprith is an amazing guy … and a man after my own heart, he’s walked over three thousand miles along a river and is planning to walk from the west coast to the east coast of India; that sounds fantastic!

Chamundi Hill is a sacred place – we alighted from the bus by a big statue of Mahishasura – who was killed by the goddess Durga and Mahishasura is the origin of the city’s name – Mysuru.

Alongside the Mahishasura statue is the beautiful high Chamundeshwari Temple – named after the goddess Chamundi.

Spot the Brits!

There were wonderful panoramic views of the city and the temple can be seen from many parts of the city. We descended from the top of the hill using the Chamundi Hill steps – constructed in 1659 with 1,000 steps. Halfway down we passed a huge and beautiful granite carved Nandi (god in form of a bull) – carved from a single piece of granite. Vaishakh had ordered a tuktuk to take us back to his car in the city.

Vaishakh drove us across to the area where our friend Bharath grew up – we also saw Vaishakh’s old house, then Bharath’s father’s old shop. We stopped at Grape Juice Corner – the chilled red grape juice, was sweet and delicious.

We changed some more sterling to rupees – the exchange rate seems to be pretty good for us at the moment then went to the Mahesh Prasad Hotel for bonda soup, and dosas (two kinds – rava onion dosa made with semolina, which made it very crisp and crunchy, and also Masala dosa with a potato and onion filling). All delicious. Our dosas have usually been served with small pots of daal and coconut chutney … sometimes with additional chutney that are usually too spicy hot for my tastes. Matthew has a go with them though!

After dinner we headed over to Kukkarahalli Lake near the university to watch the sunset. The park was lovely and the lake has a path all around it – we’ve not seen so many runners in India . The sunset was beautiful.

Then back to Mysore Palace for the evening light show. Pret extraordinary!

Vaishakh bought us gifts – handmade cotton shirts – what an unexpected and lovely surprise! Thank you.

Back at our homestay we chatted with Stephen before bed – nice to learn more about India and his situation. After his wife died, he lost the right to live in India indefinitely – which seems horribly cruel. He’s exploring ways of staying on in the house that he and his wife made into the business that it is is today.

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Monday 27 January

Marari Beach – Mysuru

We packed our bags after dinner last night and went to bed early ready for our early start today. Matthew decided to get up and go running on the beach at 2:30! Crazy – he’s taking his run every day (RED) January very seriously – he said that there were some people still on the beach, a couple who’d made a fire and some people fishing … they would have been quite bemused to see a White European running about on the shore. 

The reception staff came to collect our bags in a little electric buggy at 3:30am I had some coffee in our room and Vaishakh was waiting for us at 3:45.

While Matthew was settling the (quite sizeable) bill, I chatted with a couple of British women who were sat outside surrounded with their luggage and waiting for a taxi to take them to the airport in Kochi. They said that they were getting a flight to Muscat … I thought Wow! And I asked them if they were on a round the world trip … turns out that they weren’t, they were catching a flight from Muscat back to Heathrow! They were from Lancaster and I told them that we’d been there to cycle coast-to-coast from Morecambe to Bridlington (in the years before dogs!).

We set off in the dark and as expected, the roads were very quiet. As the sun rose on our right it illuminated the beautiful Western Ghat mountain range between Kochi and Madukkari on our left.

The vegan breakfast boxes from Marari Beach were beyond underwhelming – two apples, a small banana and a small carton of mango juice.

We were making good progress and stopped for breakfast at Sri Annapoorna (Veg) at Odandurai, Nagapattinam – yum! potatoes and onion dosa, an onion pancake, a savoury donut (Vaishakh will know what these were really called, so I may be able to update this later).

A short time later while we were stopped at a toll point there a tap on the front passenger side window of Vaishakh’s car – it was a traffic policeman. Uh oh. Vaishakh lowered the window and he asked if we were going to Ooty – we are. He wanted a lift there! Phew! Vaishakh seemed uncertain and asked us what we thought I was all for it, I used to hitch-hike a lot in my late teens and early twenties. Hardly anyone hitch-hikes these days but it’s always nice to be able to help someone who has to get somewhere. Plus, there had to be some advantage to having a traffic policeman in the vehicle – you never know! He was 59, smart in his uniform with two stars and some bars on his epaulettes. In India people normally retire at 60 and he was planning to farm some land when he retired.

As the road climbs up to Coonoor there are dozens of hairpin bends and some wonderful views.

Vaishakh dropped us off at Coonoor railway station and offered to wait with us until the train arrived – that would have meant that the traffic policeman would have needed to find another lift. We had booked tickets, so we were confident that we would be able to get to Ooty, so we suggested that Vaishakh carry on and meet us in Ooty.

There was over an hour to wait for the train … that gave us plenty of time to explore the station – and the adjacent marshalling yard. Just like in Ooty, the station was being renovated. There were some chalk decorations on the floor left from Republic Day.

The marshalling yard was brilliant – lots of trains, including steam trains being cleaned and serviced.

There was a neat little railway police office at the end of our platform that had a lovely small garden and a big green wall just outside the station.

Our train arrived and station staff opened every door before we could get on. Each set of seats facing each other have their own door and there was no corridor inside the carriage – this maximises seating space. We met a couple of Brits from Milton Keynes and a lovely Indian couple with their daughter. We all chatted a lot throughout our journey about work and travel and marriage and India.

Vaishakh was waiting for us on the platform in Ooty – he filmed the train coming in. 

The last part of our loooong journey today to Mysuru went back through the Nagarahole Tiger Reserve. We saw more elephants, some of them in captivity – chained and working, which I found upsetting. They’re magnificent, sensitive and sociable creatures that should never be in captivity, treated cruelly or taken away from their own. 

We also saw some baboons and some giant Indian squirrels for the first time; more monkeys, peacocks and deer. 

We’re in a homestay in Mysuru – like a bed a breakfast. Stephen is the owner and he’s a lovely, sociable person – originally from Sheffield, but here in India for 15 years now. Our friends Ann and Dave in Bristol recommended that we stay here. Stephen likes to cycle, which is a plus. I was looking forward to meeting Lucie, Stephen’s dog. When we arrived, Stephen told us that Lucie had died yesterday. That was dreadful news – I don’t know how he was holding things together – I guess he was working and trying to get on. Lucie was old and had been struggling a bit recently, so her death wasn’t unexpected. 

We went out for something to eat – our first auto rickshaw ride! And then back to bed and a good nights sleep.

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Sunday 26 January

Marari Beach

A busy final day at Marari Beach, beginning for Matthew with a short run. I was feeling a little stiff and sore after yesterday’s run, so I was persuaded to go to the hour-long yoga at 0700. Then it was time for breakfast – it’s quite funny, but the waiting staff have taken to bringing us a teapot full of soya milk! They obviously became fed up with our repeated requests for more! (We have it on Müsli for breakfast and I have it my coffee – we get through a lot!).

Today is India’s Republic Day that commemorates when India’s constitution came into force on January 26, 1950, completing the country’s transition toward becoming an independent republic. It’s a public holiday and the staff were wearing India flag badges.

At 11:00 Matthew had booked us in to the Ayurveda centre for massage – he’s written about that separately. For me, it felt rather wonderful to be pampered and handled so expertly. The two masseurs worked fast and in a highly choreographed way – sort of mirroring what each other was doing on each side of my body. 

We did some shopping in the Home and Colonial Store on-site shop, then we had some time in the pool before escaping from the compound to Alapuzha for a boat trip on part of the canals and lagoons that Kerala is famed for.

A taxi collected us and took us to the boat. I expected to be in a boat with others, but we were the only two apart from our skipper. The boat had some little bells hanging from the ceiling, so our whole trip was accompanied by a sweet tinkling sound. 

The canals around the Alleppey Backwaters were very crowded at first, but when we headed out on to Vembanad Lake it felt tranquil. As the sun set over the lake and dusk fell, it was warm and peaceful. A perfect end to a lovely day.

The next stage of our travels begin tomorrow. We’ll be reunited with Vaishakh in the morning for what will be another very long drive – interrupted for us, but not for Vaishakh, by a ride on the Toy Train from Coonoor to take us back to Ooty, where Vaishakh will collect us so we can continue our journey back to Mysuru.

We’re leaving very early at 4am to avoid traffic. Reception told us that they could provide a packed sandwich breakfast to take with us – yippee. Then they told us that they didn’t have any bread that was vegan 😞. Luckily we’d been to a supermarket to pick up some food for the journey!

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Saturday 25 January

Marari Beach

It’s our second full day at the Colonial Club Marari Beach Resort. Matthew was up an out early as usual – an early run and then yoga followed by  breakfast then a trip to the Butterfly Garden – a really lovely area on the edge of the compound where plants are grown to specifically attract butterflies and insects. 

We had a nice, well-informed guide who explained the development of the garden and how they work to maximise different local species of butterfly. There were many butterflies and our guide advised us to return later in the day to see even more.

There’s a family from the USA on site – parents and four kids. They were at the Butterfly Garden too. The woman and the kids are quite chatty – they’re from Utah, just moved to Kochi for two years for dad’s work in computing. He seems to be rather studiously not speaking to us … I can’t imagine why!

Then some more time in and by the pool. And then at 1800 time for the ‘Farm Kitchen’ experience – the main reason why Matthew wanted to come here – a guided tour of their large vegetable gardens, selection of vegetables with the chef and then they’re cooked and served up for us.

It was wonderful – Ajo was our chef, he was sweet and I interesting – said that there are 60 chefs on site! He thought he’d be an engineer, but his brother is and advised him against it. Ajo came into being a chef through a hotel management course. He made us some wonderful food – Matthew has already written about that. It was really nice to sit down together and eat, talk and be quiet. A lovely evening.

Finally, after dinner a wander back to our cottage for a drink. A lovely day.

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Friday 24 January

Marari Beach

A quiet day at Marari Beach for us today with no travelling. Beginning with Matthew heading off to the yoga centre for an hour – we’ve both done yoga in the past and enjoyed it (sort of) and definitely felt that it did us good, but I’m nervous about damaging my already painful foot that I sprained about 6 weeks ago. I might risk it tomorrow. 

We also sent off some of our first week’s clothes to be laundered. After breakfast we went for a tour of the ‘compound’ that showed us some of the wildlife. The event was called ‘Owl Parliament’ (there are many species of owl on site), but we looked at butterflies and turtles, too. There were about 10 others in the Earth Lab building where the tour started.

Interior, Earth Lab, Marari Beach

Our guide was fantastic – I’ve no idea how he did it, but he could see all sorts of birds in the trees …. And even when he painstakingly described exactly where to look and what to look for I usually couldn’t see what he was pointing out. Fortunately, he had a super-powerful monocular on a tripod, which he’d set up and train on a particular bird and we could all take turns to look.

What we saw was truly astonishing and his next phenomenal skill was that he could focus our phone through the monocular and adjust light levels to produce some fantastic photographs … we are not responsible for these at all – but this is some what we looked at.

We chatted to some of the others – some from Manchester, some Yorkshire and also Plymouth. We all talked about missing our dogs! Some people are flying home tomorrow and there’s a storm hitting the UK – Storm Éowyn – thousands of flights have been cancelled … mostly in Northern Ireland and Scotland as far as we can tell – but it could move south I suppose and they might be delayed.

After the ‘Owl Parliament’ we went to reception to book some activities over the coming days. We wanted to spend some time on a houseboat – but there was no availability between now and when we leave (I’m starting to sense a theme emerging now). Instead we’re going a shorter boat tour, which is available the day after tomorrow. Also, Matthew wanted to tour the organic garden here and then the chef will cook us dinner using the produce that we harvest – so that’s booked for tomorrow, evening.

We spent a couple of hours in/by the pool and then went for a 5k run along the beach. Matthew has set himself a challenge to run every day (RED) in January  – he’s mostly done that in hotel gyms, or in their grounds while we’ve been in India. Today was my first run in India and it was lovely to run together – and by the Arabian Sea! There were a few stray dogs on the beach and I was a bit nervous that we might alarm them and be chased -,there were no major dog-incidents, although one did woof at Matthew. I wanted keep as far away as possible and ended up too close to the sea – a wave went over both of our  feet and we had to squelch along for 4.5k! Next time we’ll go barefoot.

Last night’s dinner was ordered from the a la carte menu … it was enormous and I could only eat about a quarter of it … a terrible waste of food and I felt guilty about it. So tonight we used the buffet so we could have smaller portions. They have a drummer and string player entertaining us with traditional Indian music while we dine – which is lovely. We were almost finished dinner when all the waiting staff paraded in with a cake and were clapping – the young couple at the next but one table were on their honeymoon – sweet – they seemed a little embarrassed.

After dinner we walked down to the beach bar for another drink (tonic for Matthew and a Mocktail for Mike). It was lovely sitting in the warm, the sound of the waves and pretty lights all around the bar. A nice end to another lovely day.

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Thursday 23 January

Wellington – Marari Beach

We were at Ooty station to buy our toy train tickets at 07:30 – the station building is lovely – but covered in scaffolding as it’s being restored.

The ticket office opened at 0800 … already there was a long queue of people waiting.

I feared that we might not get a ticket. So while Mathew and Vaishakh queued, I explored the station – they have an old Swiss Railways steam locomotive on display – and it’s possible to walk across the railway lines to get close to it.

The Nilgiri Mountain Railway was opened in 1908  – it took almost 60 years to complete. It’s 46km in length and since we’re so high up, it includes some of the steepest track in Asia – a maximum gradient of 8.33%. The railway is narrow gauge, with a rack and pinion system on the steepest sections between Mettupalayam and Coonoor; it still uses steam locomotives. In its early days, the railway used locomotives built by the Avonside Engine Company that’s based in St Philip’s in our home city of Bristol! In 1994 the railway was given UNESCO world heritage status. The scenic mountain views from the train are spectacular – and there’s a possibility of seeing lots of wildlife, including elephants, monkeys, bisons and leopards. 

When I returned to the ticket hall, the queue wasn’t much shorter – it can takes ages to buy a railway ticket! Not long after, and as I’d feared, it was announced that the train was sold out. Vaishakh said that the maximum number of tickets that anyone could buy was four and that lots of people were buying four tickets. It was also obvious that coach loads of tourists were arriving having bought packages that included transport, accommodation and a ride on the toy train. No wonder it sold out!

I had considered telling Vaishakh that he could just leave us at the railway station and head off to meet us at the other end in Mettupalayam – he wouldn’t have agreed to that, I know, and thankfully I hadn’t suggested it – or we’d have had to ask him to come back to Ooty to collect us! Without the train, we were all going by car to Marari Beach – near Kochi, on the west coast in Kerala. A journey of nine hours! Vaishakh seems to take these sorts of drives in his stride – but it horrifies me!

All is not lost on the Toy Train front – we may be able to reserve seats in the opposite direction – from Mettupalayam to Ooty when we return to Mysuru in four days time.

The drive brought us down from the mountains – lots of tight hairpin bends, dense mist, monkeys and waterfalls. In fact, lots of what we would have seen if we’d been on the train! As usual Vaishakh drove with enormous skill.

We passed through the Coimbatore – a huge textile centre, known as the ‘Manchester of South India’! Palakkad, which has an enormous 18th century fort. Thrissur, which has a very large number of temples and other religious buildings – it’s thought that Christianity, Islam and Judaism came into India through Thrissur. The Catholic basilica in Thrissur is an enormous bright white edifice and it’s the largest Christian church in India.

We stopped for breakfast in a busy ‘family restaurant’ – really nice and being with Vaishakh meant that we didn’t need to struggle to order vegan food – It’ll be a nightmare when we part company with him next week! 

On to Kochi, which is the most populated area in Kerala – a beautiful city bordering the coast and an ancient and historically an important centre of spice trading with the Romans, Persians, Arabs, and Chinese. From the early 1500s Kochi was colonised by the Portuguese who built a fort here. Dutch colonists took over (!) in the 1660s and the British arrived after the French revolutionary wars/British victory over Napoleon that enabled Britain to return land that the French had taken from the Dutch to the Netherlands in return for Dutch handing over land that the British wanted – including South Africa and here in Kerala.

Vaishakh told us that Kochi is the only city in India to have a water metro – electric boats connecting Kochi’s 10 islands with the metro system – it looks great!

Also, Cochin International Airport is the first in the world to operate entirely on solar power. We also saw the Chinese fishing nets along the waterfront that are a symbol of the city.

I noticed on our journey that there seemed to be far fewer stray dogs in the road – when I commented on this, Vaishakh said that the local authorities rescued them and had shelters/re-homed them. I hope that’s the case – I was reading about some animal welfare charities in India … one boasted about how many stray dogs they had sterilised (a good thing to do) but then said that they returned them back to the streets (not a good thing to do!). I sense that there is a very troubling indifference among many people here to animal and human suffering – it’s unexpected and bothers me … but I don’t live here and I’m very aware that what tourists glimpse from their air conditioned cars and hotels does’t really give us the ability to come to meaningful conclusions.

We arrived in Marari Beach around 5:30 (having left Ooty at about 8:30. Our ‘hotel’ is really a gated resort – we have a little bungalow to ourselves with an adjoining bathroom open to the sky. It’s lovely and warm here in the south. It’s also very White here in Marari Beach Resort, which we didn’t expect. It’s luxurious, artificial and there’s some discomfort about feeling the echoes of the colonial past.

We walked through the ‘compound’ in the dusk – a beautiful sky and nice to see the stars – then on to the beach. The beach was almost deserted and there was the Arabian Sea – it was breathtaking … in less than a week we’ve travelled from the Bay of Bengal to Arabian Sea  – that’s 700km/450 miles.

We paused for a drink at the outdoor bar (pineapple juice for Mike, tonic water for Matthew) before heading to the restaurant for dinner

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Wednesday 22 January

Wellington/Ooty

A much shorter day today with much less driving. 

Breakfast at the Sleeping Beauty by Nature Hotel was a little underwhelming – no non-dairy milk available … and when I asked if it would be possible to have some for tomorrow morning, they said no! So dry toast and jam and some fruit it had to be! It’s occurred to me that it’s actually been more challenging than I expected to be vegan – in this part of India at least (and Kerala where we are heading to is likely to be even worse – they eat a lot of dead fish there). Here at Sleeping Beauty, after we told them we were vegan and explained what that meant, they asked us if we would like an omelette for breakfast! Matthew had been wondering whether we should stay here for an additional night – it is a stunning location in the hills and among the tea plantations, I’ll admit – but on the strength of the breakfasts, I said no thanks!

The plan for today was to visit a tea factory and the botanical gardens in Ooty. Vaishakh collected us at 8:30 and we drove through Ooty and up to the Benchmark tea factory (they also made chocolate there). The drive on the road up the hill was amazing – terraces of tea bushes – with lots of different shades of green looked wonderful.

At the tea factory a young man explained to us how white tea and green tea and black tea all come from the same bush – the white tea comes from the bottom of the leaf which is handpicked. Green tea comes from newest, tender leaves that are steamed before processing. Black tea comes from the darker/older leaves that are dried and ground. It was interesting and we could see the machinery operating through windows, but we were out fairly quickly.

We were given some tea to drink and had opportunities to buy tea and chocolate! Matthew was considering buying some chocolate, but we were not allowed to taste any of it, which I thought was a little odd-and I was reluctant to buy something that I wasn’t sure whether I’d like it or not (I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth). Vaishakh wanted to buy some chocolate for his wife – he bought some for us too, which was very kind of him! It tasted good too!! Thanks Vaishakh!

The drive back to Ooty to the botanical gardens was nice and we discussed how tea might be made in smaller, more traditional business businesses. Vaishakh asked us if we would be interested in visiting a more traditional tea making business, and after the rather commercial and noisy tea factory we thought that would be a really good idea. He said he would try to arrange something while we were in the botanical gardens.

The botanical gardens were more like a Victorian British park – lawns, glasshouse, formal bedding, cascades and tree-lined paths. Not unpleasant, but it didn’t feel particularly Indian. We had to pay to get in and while Matthew was doing that, I looked ruefully at all the signs and notices at the entrance – there are a lot of signs telling people how to behave and what to do everywhere we’ve been – and they’re often ignored by the people that they’re directed at and I wonder if everyone else, like me, just finds them really oppressive?

Matthew will write separately about the Botanical Gardens – he knew all the plant names and can describe it better than I can. 

Before leaving Ooty we went to the railway station – I’m very excited about tomorrow because we’re taking the Ooty Toy Train (or Nilgiri Mountain Railway to give it it’s proper name) we’ll be on a three hour ride to Mettupalayam. We went to the railway station in Ooty to book our tickets.

I was disappointed to find that all the bookable availability was sold out! However, we can buy walk-on tickets in the morning, so we’ll be back at Ooty station at eight tomorrow morning!

We walked back to the car and Vaishakh had found a small tea plantation and factory that we could visit – the Glendale estate. We drove there past the huge Wellington Cordite factory, it looked pretty forbidding – surrounded by high walls and barbed wire. Someone who working our hotel told us that they make munitions for the Indian military at the site here.

The Glendale tea plantation was beautiful – an 85 year old factory and surrounding fields of tea buses being worked (mostly by women workers). The factory was closed for a holiday, but we were allowed to look around – the machines looked very dangerous with unguarded mechanisms. It was fascinating to get so close to the process and the people working there – the previous factory was interesting but more commercial.

After the second tea factory of the day, we headed back to our hotel. One of the staff offered to walk us further up the hill to see the sunset – he was a sweet local man … he asked us about our relationship and while I was contemplating whether or not to tell him that we’re married, he said “You’re soulmates.” I happily agreed with that.

It was becoming more misty in the valley and so there wouldn’t be a good sunset to see. We could see lots of sold plots on the hillside – with tea bushes still growing on them. It’s likely that these plots will be built on and it was really sad to think that this beautiful natural landscape and space for wild buffalo and leopards will disappear forever.

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Tuesday 21 January

Bengaluru – Wellington

Today we continue our journey from the east coast to the south west, from Bengaluru through Mysuru, to stay for two nights in a nature reserve (hopefully to see monkeys, elephants and even leopards and tigers!) in Wellington, (between Ooty and Coonoor). It’s about 180 miles and that’s 6 hours driving here!  But first, Matthew wanted to see the garden festival in Bengaluru.

Breakfast at the Raddisson Blue was served from 0730 and we were up, packed and ready to eat so we could get away early. Our room was lovely and included a pod coffee machine – we had some soya milk in little pots, so we could have coffee as soon as we were awake.

After breakfast Vaishakh was waiting for us and we drove to Lalbagh Botanical Garden, on the way we passed the extraordinary local legislative assembly building.

The flower show in the botanical gardens was in a glasshouse (which really reminded me of a miniature Covent Garden market building). The park itself is lovely – very obviously designed by the British colonialists with fountains, big lake, statues and formal flower beds with winding paths.

The garden show was nice – not too busy and as well as the formal displays there were stalls selling food, gardening paraphernalia and food. 

Vaishakh had been on his phone quite a bit and he said that he had a surprise for us – I thought that he might set up a video call with  our friends Bharath and Shubhi back in the UK. Anyway, while I was preoccupied reading about some of the mythical stories that inspired the flower display, Vaishakh tapped me on the shoulder and said “I want you to meet someone.” I turned around and there was Shubhi! I was amazed!! I knew that Shubhi’s family lived in Bengaluru and I knew that she was coming to to India, but we were talking a few weeks ago she’d said she was returning to the UK from India on 15 January, so we thought that we’d miss each other. Last night when we were driving to the market and Bugle Rock Park, Vaishakh had said that we were in the area that it was where Shubhi lived – I asked him if he’d seen her when she was here in India a few weeks ago. He said “No, I didn’t know that she was here.” I was a little mystified by this, but didn’t pursue it. I just told him that she had been here, but that I thought that she’d gone back to the UK last week. Now we know that this was all a big fib and that Shubhi had decided to stay on in India and they’d been plotting for this moment all along – the pair of scamps!

It was such a wonderful surprise to see Shubhi – she looked so beautiful in her blue Sari and we talked about Bengaluru and the flower show and what she’d been doing in India. We had some delicious street food: fresh mango with salt and a little curry powder, some popped rice with onion and tomatoes; we also tried gooseberry tea (yuk). We talked about Barath and his work. We visited some of the stalls. We saw some more monkeys in the park and we watched some of the park rangers capturing a big snake that was in the grass and putting it in a white bag. Shubhi assured me that the rangers would take the snake to the woods, away from people and release it  – not kill it. This was such a wonderful, lovely surprise – I didn’t want this part of the day to end. However, we had a long drive ahead – so we said our goodbyes and set off to Mysuru.

Vaishakh lives in Mysuru with his wife Sindoo and one-year old son. We’d been very kindly invited to his house for lunch and we were also going to leave the fabric that Matthew bought for Janet’s kurti with Vaishakh’s cousin who’s a tailor and will sew it for us.

Shortly after leaving Bengaluru we were on much quieter roads and surrounded by palm trees, forests and fields full of sugar cane. We passed lots of trucks piled high with sugar cane and we stopped to buy coconut from a stall.  

Lunch in Vaishakh’s house was delicious – lovely crisp rice flour pancakes, coconut chutney and salad. I picked up a child’s book to help teach them English words – I thought that it was extraordinary that it was published in India yet all the photos of people showed White people – but as I looked through there were some even more alarming things:

We met Vaishakh’s cousin and Matthew gave her Janet’s measurements along with a photo of Janet to work from … should be ready for collection at the end of the week.

The final leg of today’s journey was breathtaking, bringing us on a very quiet road through the Niligri Biosphere – a UNESCO environment programme. Mudumalai National Park and Tiger Reserve was the first wildlife sanctuary in India. We passed through a Eucalyptus tree forest and travelled high up to the Nilgiris mountains through the hill station of Ooty to Wellington. The views were spectacular and the setting sun and we had fantastic views of the misty mountains and the river valley as the road twisted and turned uphill. Vaishakh’s driving was superb – some very tight bends and steep turns to negotiate! 

At the start of our drive through the wildlife sanctuary we saw a mother elephants with her calf. Amazing – I’ve never seen an elephant in the wild before. There were more elephants as we drove … and monkeys and deer, wild boars, peacocks and a buffalo. It was utterly amazing. 

Vaishakh was relieved that we had seen some elephants – he didn’t want Bharath ribbing him for not being able to show us one!

We’re here in Wellington for two or three days (we’ve not decided yet) and we’ll be exploring around. We know that the views from our hotel will be spectacular … it’s dark at the moment, so we’ll post pictures of the views tomorrow.

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Monday 20 January

Chennai – Bengaluru

Today we continue our journey from the east coast to the south west, from Bengaluru through Mysuru to stay for two nights in a nature reserve (hopefully to see monkeys, elephants and even tigers!) in Wellington, between Ooty and Coonoor. About 180 miles/4 hours driving. But first, Matthew wanted to see the garden festival in Bengaluru.

After breakfast Vaishakh was waiting for us and we drove to Lalbagh Botanical Garden to look at the flower show in the glasshouse (which really reminded me of a miniature Covent Garden market building). The park was lovely – very obviously designed by the British colonialists. The garden show was nice – not too busy and as well as the formal displays there were stall selling food, gardening paraphernalia and food.

Breakfast at the Raddisson Blue was served from 0730 and we were up, packed and ready to eat so we could get away early. Our room was lovely and included a pod coffee machine – we had some soya milk in little pots, so we could have coffee as soon as we were awake.

Vaishakh had been on his phone quite a bit and he said that he had a surprise for us – I thought that he’d set up a video call with Bharath and Shubhi back in the UK. Anyway, while I was preoccupied reading about some of the mythical stories that inspired the flower display, Vaishakh tapped me on the shoulder and said “I want you to meet someone.” I turned around and there was Shubhi! I was amazed!! I knew that Shubhi’s family lived in Bengaluru and I knew that she was coming to to India, but we were talking she’d said she was returning to the UK on 15 January, so we thought that we’d miss each other. Last night when we were driving to the market and Bugle Rock Park, Vaishakh had said that we were in the area that it was where Shubhi lived – I asked him if he’d seen her when she was here in India a few weeks ago. He said “No, I didn’t know that she was here.“ I was a little mystified by this, but didn’t pursue it. I just him that she had been here, but that I thought that she’d gone back to the UK last week. Now we know that this was all a big fib and that Shubhi had decided to stay on in India and they’d been plotting for this moment all along – the pair of scamps!

It was such a wonderful surprise to see Shubhi – she looked so beautiful in her blue Sari and we talked about Bengaluru and the flower show and what she’d been doing in India. We had some delicious street food: fresh mango with salt and a little curry powder, some popped rice with onion and tomatoes; we also tried gooseberry tea (yuk). We talked about Barath and his work. We visited some of the stalls. We saw some more monkeys in the park and we watched some of the park rangers capturing a big snake that was in the grass and putting it in a white bag. Shubhi assured me that the rangers would take the snake to the woods, away from people and release it – not kill it. This was such a wonderful, lovely surprise – I didn’t want this part of the day to end. However, we had a long drive ahead – so we said our goodbyes and set off to Mysuru.

Vaishakh lives in Mysuru with his wife Sindoo and one-year old son. We’d been very kindly invited to his house for lunch and we were also going to leave the fabric that Matthew bought for Janet’s kurti with Vaishakh’s cousin who’s a tailor and will sew it for us.

Shortly after leaving Bengaluru we were on much quieter roads and surrounded by palm trees, forests and fields full of sugar cane. We passed lots of trucks piled high with sugar cane and we stopped to buy coconut from a stall.

Summary day 03
Monday 20 January

We left Chennai today and headed west to Bengaluru – about 200 mile drive. Vaishakh’s mother lives in Bengaluru. One of our friends, Shubhi, who has helped us enormously with the plan for this trip is also from Bengaluru (but she’s back in the UK now).

We set off at 07:00 after a poor night’s sleep – we’ve not yet adjusted to the time change/jet lag I think. First stop Kanchipuram – the town is one of the most visited inland tourist destinations in southern India – famed for its ‘thousand’- very numerous at least, ancient Hindu temples – some with spectacularly high towers. Vaishakh took us on a tour of a Hindu temple – our first ever – the Sri Kanchi Kamakshi Amman temple – enormous and beautiful. We had to leave our shoes outside walk through a trough of flowing water to cleanse our feet and then could see the vast step well and walk around the stone columned halls. I wasn’t comfortable taking pictures around the devotees. The place was crowded with worshipers and garlanded monuments – a wonderful sight. As we left some women asked us for help – Vaishakh said they were transvestites … I thought about how incredibly tough their lives are all over the world – it’s absolutely awful how harmless differences are magnified and problematised by so many people.

Kanchipuram is a traditional centre of silk and handloom weaving and so we went to an enormous and famous fabric store called Prakash. Prakash is arranged over 4 massive floors with walls lined with thousands of bolts of fabric, saris, shirts and scarfs. The lights are bright – and there’s hundreds of them, and there are huge mirrors everywhere. The store employs over 800 people and shoppers come from miles around to choose the finest cloths and outfits. Matthew’s aunt Janet would like an Indian long tunic, it’s called a kurta, I think, so Matthew bought some fabric and we’ll look for a tailor to make it up into a kurta. Again it was shoes off time and we were escorted upstairs to sit on chairs in front of an army of sales assistants (who sat cross-legged on the floor or stood to one side) and who brought more and more packets of beautiful scarfs and fabrics for us to look at. It took a long time to choose – there was so much beauty there. Elsewhere in the store, it was very busy as wedding season ramps up and there were women with family and friends choosing incredibly beautiful saris.

Then we visited another temple – Ekambareswarar Temple – dedicated to the god Shiva. Ekambareswarar Temple is the largest temple in the city with three enormous towers – or gopurams – stepped, tall, pyramid towers with statues on a series of levels. The tallest tower has 11 stories and is almost 60m high. The towers are among the tallest temple towers in India and are currently being renovated. Building the temple began in the ninth century. We were able to walk around and talk to Vaishakh about the various gods on display and religious practices. We were privileged to get very close to the Sacred Mango Tree in the centre of the temple complex (it’s said to be the oldest mango tree in India). We saw part of a wedding ceremony and we took a moment to congratulated the groom and the bride – inevitably, we were dragged into some of their wedding photos! Outside some young men also wanted to be photographed with us for some reason!

As we left Kanchipuram we saw a group of men outside a house beating large drums – the drumming was loud and Vaishakh said that it was someone’s funeral. As we drove past I could see a body wrapped in a white shroud in a glass case on a stand in front of the house. It was somewhat strange – a wedding and a funeral in the space of a few minutes.

Then on to Bengaluru for dinner with Vaishakh’s Amma. She made a fantastic spread for us, rice with tamarind and spices, chutney, freshly prepared vegetables, preserved lemon, and a French bean curry followed by jageree – with a mix of puffed rice, mango pieces and split peas – lovely.

We’d wondered about taking a gift and I regretted not bringing anything She very kindly gave us a present of a stainless steel cup.

After dinner we detoured to the lively street market in Bengaluru and on to Bugle Rock Park where Matthew and Vaishakh discussed the trees.

We saw some big bats (big like the size of a cat!) hanging upside down from the trees – some were waking up and preening themselves and some were even flying about … it was beginning of dusk, so I wonder if they were waking up.


In the south west corner of the park on a hill was Bull Temple, our third Hindu temple of the day, and in many respects the best – it was so quiet and peaceful and we were able to get up close to the shrine – a huge black granite bull. It’s wonderful how many gods take animal form and that therefore there is a respect and value for many animals.

On our way back to the car, we passed a lovely old music shop full of stringed instruments – I think called a veena – and neat little house, one of the few original houses left in Bengaluru.

We went to wrong Raddisson Blue – there are two in Bengaluru. Our room on the seventh floor has amazing views over lake Ulsoor and the Gurudwara Sri Guru Singh Sabha – the largest Sikh shrine in Bengaluru all lit up.

Next morning we could see the lake as well as the Gurudwara from out hotel room.

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Sunday 19 January

Chennai – Mahabaliipuram

We met out driver today! He’s called Vaishakh and he lives in Mysore. Vaishakh is married and has a young son. He’ll be our driver for the next 10 days. 

This morning after breakfast Vaishakh drove us to to the UNESCO world heritage site at Mahabalipuram – the remains of an unfinished group of royal Hindu monuments and temple complex. The buildings were carved out of granite  – some in situ – in the seventh and eighth century!

The ancient name of the place is Thirukadalmallai. The drive south took us about 2 hours. The carving on the stones were extraordinary – many depicting scenes from the the Mahabharata. We began at the Shore Temple, by the sea on the Bay of Bengal, a beautiful tall temple with some charming stone lions keeping guard.

Then we walked along the beach for a while – amazing to be near the sea again and lots of people enjoying being by the sea too.

We drove to the  Five Chariots – each one carved from a single piece of stone.

There was a glorious life-size elephant carved out of a single piece of stone.

Time for a snack then / we had a coconut each from a stall. Then on to the lighthouse (along with a modern British built lighthouse constructed in 1904) with India’s oldest lighthouse close by that was built around 640 by the Pallava king Mahendravarman. Here we met our first monkeys!

We left Vaishakh with the car and wandered through the ancient site – stone baths cut out of the rock, temples, and the largest open-air carved stone relief in the world – called Descent of the Ganges, depicting the giving of the sacred river – when it rains water flows down a channel in the rock face The relief has life-size figures of an elephant family, monkeys, a deer, lions, rams, snakes, the god Shiva, Vishnu in a temple the sun and moon – it’s vast, around 15 by 30 metres (49 ft × 98 ft).

Next we saw Krishna’s Butter Ball, a giant rock balanced precariously on a stone incline. 

It was quite a bit of walking and clambering over stone steps – wonderful to see, though. We headed back to the car and drove back to our hotel in Chennai. 

After a snooze (Mike) and swim in the hotel pool (Matthew) we headed out for dinner and to pick up some supplies from a store in a mall up the road.

We came to the Express Avenue shopping centre – it has an H&M,  ASICS, Adidas and Pima stores, a Bodyshop and even an M&S! We were truly home from home! There was also a giant food court – we managed to establish that the dosas had ghee in them, so they were off – we ended up with some plain noodles with veggies, which was quite tasty.

Matthew couldn’t help himself and had already gone wild in the aisles – he went in to a Simon Carter store, bought a shirt, the sales assistant said he could have a second shirt for free … so he chose another shirt; then the sales assistant said that he could have a third shirt at half price… which of course he did. I told him that they’d seen him coming! I caught the sun today and hadn’t packed a hat (I needed the air in my bag), so I went to H&M to buy a cap … I’m at the checkout and Matthew sidles up with a jacket “Can you just add that?” He asked. Sigh. I did point out that his bag as full – apparently he knows that he hasn’t used all his luggage allowance!

Summary day 01

Saturday 18 January

Chennai

Our flight arrived in Chennai on time – we landed at 05:30, which was around 12:30 at night in the UK. Getting through security took quite a while though, long queues and as well as checking passports and visas, foreign visitors needed their photo taken from a neat little camera on the desk and we also had to press our fingers and thumbs on a glass fingerprint scanner (someone at the next desk seemed very unhappy about that!). By the time we’d gone through security our bags were on the carousel at baggage reclaim – so getting out from there was quick. Chennai airport is huge and there were statues of gods and deities all over – some brightly painted. We think that harvest festival has been celebrated recently and there were some lovely displays around. Once out in the road outside the terminal building we were hit with the warm air – we’re expecting 28°C later. It was a short walk to the metro station – dodging dozens of men asking us if we wanted a taxi. 

At the Metro station we hit a problem when we tried to buy our tickets – the card machine rejected my payment … fortunately we have a backup international card … that was refused too! Argh!! Panic and fury – I’d contacted all our banks before we left to tell them that we’re going to be in India, so they should make any payments here. Fortunately we also had some pounds and there was a bureau de change nearby so we bought IRR10,500 for £100 and purchased our metro tickets. When the train arrived and the doors opened Matthew was about to step I when I noticed that we were by a women only carriage – I managed to grab him and steer him along the platform! 

We arrived at our hotel at about 06:30. We’re staying in the Hyatt Regency in Chennai – it’s huge and much posher than anywhere that we’d normally choose stay at. We’re staying for two nights  – but we paid for an additional night so that we had somewhere to sleep when we arrived this morning. I saw from Matthew’s spreadsheet that the rooms + breakfast cost almost £400 … eek, that B&Q Garden of the Year prize money isn’t going to last long at this rate! We’ve noticed that there were bag scanners to get onto the platform at the Metro station, which seemed slightly odd … there was one for our bags to allow us into the hotel too. Maybe it’s the future everywhere. 

Once our bags were out of the hotel scanner they were grabbed by a porter who told us that they’d be brought to our room for us. I’m not at all comfortable with people carrying our bags for us, but perhaps that’s something else that we’re going to have to get used to – I quickly googled how much to tip hotel porters in India (30 rupees per bag, apparently!) I was utterly mystified about how he would know which room to bring our bags to when we’d not yet checked in! We did check in though and our bags arrived shortly after  – he was sweet and very welcoming and told us that we could ask him anything at all about Chennai. 

It was about 07.30 now and we wondered about going to sleep, but buffet breakfast is included in the hotel cost and they’d just opened. We weren’t confident that they’d still be open by the time we woke up, so we decided to have breakfast and then go to bed for the rest of the morning.

Any vegan will tell you that navigating menus is a nightmare, at least with a buffet breakfast we could make sure that just about everything we eat was okay. But there was way to service and they were wonderfully helpful  – they brought dosas – lovely crispy pancakes filled with spice potato and told us that this was a traditional Indian breakfast. Delicious!

When we had got up and showered Matthew said that he wanted to go to Semmozhi Poonga botanical garden and Kalaignar Centenary Park which is opposite the botanical gardens – both about a 20 minute walk away. We headed off on foot and quickly regretted that – pavements around here are in a terrible state – very uneven and non-existent in many place, so it’s necessary to walk on the road, but traffic is crazy – lots of people on scooters and lots of little yellow tuk tuks! When we arrived at the botanical garden Matthew was surprised and delighted that they were holding a flower show there at the moment! The whole place was full of families wandering around enjoying the flower show and having picnics and watching the performers in a little arena, (including a magic show). We did notice that lots of women were dressed exquisitely in gorgeous saris and looked fantastic, whereas lots of men didn’t look like they’d made much of an effort at all! 

The flower show had fountains, lots of plants in pots and included some big structures: a peacock, a crocodile, two swans, three tall women in big dresses made of flowers, a car, a boat, a steam train – all constructed from flowers in little pots.

We did a couple of laps then went to look at Kalaignar Centenary Park on the other side of a main road.

Getting into Kalaignar Centenary Park park opposite was tricky – entry tickets were only available online by scanning a QR code and completing a form. The form wouldn’t accept Matthew’s UK phone number, so we had to ask someone to help us – they bought the tickets on their phone and we reimbursed them. The park was very nice, quieter than the botanical gardens, and was home to several lovely stray dogs.

The big draw in Kalaignar Centenary Park is the musical fountain, but that wasn’t playing until 6:30 – we  decided that we couldn’t wait that long, so made our way to look at a famous Christian  cathedral nearby.

St George’s cathedral in Chennai was built in 1815 mainly to serve British colonists in what was then Madras. The design makes St George’s look very like St Martin in the Fields in Trafalgar Square in London.

The cathedral was extraordinary – filled with some huge marble statues and memorial plaques for (almost all) British men who had died in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The whole place is a bit dilapidated now and seems very incongruous in the fast-paced surroundings of modern Chennai.

We needed to get ready for a concert that started at 7, so we walked back to the hotel to rest up. There was a little light rain as we walked back to our hotel, so we arranged for a taxi to take us to the Kamarajar Arangam hall – a big auditorium not far away. The taxi took ages and arrive and we were worried that we’d be late, but we needn’t have been concerned, it didn’t start until almost 8. We were expecting some Indian classical music being played by an ensemble of musicians with some dancing – the event was billed ‘Agre Pashyami- divine dance drama’ – but what was presented was a series of extraordinary traditional Indian dances in gorgeous costumes and makeup with narration about Hindu gods and some associated stories. We couldn’t follow the narrative very well, but the dancing was spectacular and the music (off-stage) was brilliant. 

After the concert a late dinner back at the hotel. Matthew hadn’t done a RED (run every day) January run, so he went to the hotel gym to do that.

Air today, gone tomorrow

It’s the eve of our big trip to India and as anyone who knows us well will be aware, Matthew began packing his bags about a month ago and I’ve only just started!

Whenever we travel by bicycle, or on foot, I always try and persuade Matthew to pack as much ‘air’ as possible  – in other words, travel light! The problem with travelling light of course is that we invariably wish  that we had something with us when we’re away, which we hadn’t packed. It’s also the case that my version of packing air and Matthew’s are substantially different!

When we started planning this trip, we needed to get a rucksack for Matthew, which necessitated a visit to my favourite camping store: Taunton Leisure in Bedminster. Matthew was a bit put out in the shop when I told him that I thought he’d need a bigger rucksack than I have … he accused me of wanting him to carry some of my stuff  (which of course I do) to which I replied: “What do you think the point of you is?!”).

I have been making my packing list for a while, though, but now it’s time to make some tough decisions. Do we really need to take an iPad each?! My binoculars are quite heavy, even though they are small, but I’m fairly certain that I’d regret not bringing them with us. Matthew is packing five of each: socks, pants, t-shirts and shirts … but I’m going with only three, because I think the hotels were staying in will have a laundry service – so one on, one drying and one in the wash makes sense to me (plus I’m taking some swimming trunks that would do in an emergency!). (I may regret this decision in the heat of India!).

Fortunately, it’s the night before we go and I’ve started packing with the help of the ever-faithful Jojo. This may take me some time!

Jojo checking that the packing goes to plan

Our journey to the sub-continent

Being crowned 2023 B&Q Gardener of the Year with a golden trowel

Here we go again! We’re off on another mega journey – our longest yet, but this time without our bicycles, unfortunately. In just five days we shall be landing in Chennai, India, ready to embark on a month-long trip cris-crossing this extraordinary country. To say we’re excited is an understatement, we can’t wait to for the sights, colours, scents and sounds of the sub-continent to overwhelm us (as everyone who’s visited tells us they will). The origins of this epic trip have a somewhat more mundane origin, though.

A few years ago, me and Mike decided to each write down a list of the places we’d like to visit or things we’d like to do – a sort of bucket list, (although we didn’t call it that). Then over a meal out, we shared each other’s lists. To each of our surprise, we’d both put ‘visit India’ on the list. That was several years ago now, and although we’ve marked off quite a few things on the lists, a big trip to India seemed far off (at least until we’d paid the mortgage and could afford to save for big trips). Then a visit to B&Q changed all that!

On a visit to our local B&Q in early 2023 Mike noticed a posters adverting their ‘Gardener of the Year’ competition. Mike said ‘Have you thought about entering that?’ I had seen it before, and told him that I already had! I didn’t really think that my garden (lovely as it is) and which would barely be called a garden by some I affectionately call it a ‘yarden’, as it is little more than a yard in size, but it is filled with a lot of plants, would have a chance. However, the competition categories included one for ‘imaginative use of space’, and I thought that was good description of my garden! So I had filled in ann application form, given a description of my garden and sent in some photos. That was that, and I didn’t think much more about it. 

Fast-forward to June 2023 and I was at work in a management team meeting in Birmingham. My phone rang with a number I didn’t recognise – not unusual as I often get unannounced calls from boaters. I try to answer as many as possible, as they are usually calls when someone is in difficulty or needs help. I nipped out of the meeting room to answer. A very polite lady on the other end asked if I was Matthew, I confirmed I was. She then proceeded to tell me that she was calling from B&Q to tell me that I’d won the ‘most imaginative use of space’ category in the B&Q Garden of the Year category, and what’s more, I had won the overall competition. Gobsmacked was an understatement!

Winning the competition was amazing, but even better was the prize: £10,000! For a moment I thought ‘I can get a lot of plants with that’- but even I had to accept that I might not fit them all into my yarden, so what to do with the winnings? It didn’t take long to decide that the prize money could get us to India and give me a chance to visit gardens in a completely different environment to anywhere I’ve ever visited before. So after a year of researching and planning our trip – the departure date is almost here. We’ll be blogging our way across the sub-continent, so we hope you’ll enjoy our posts.

A Shropshire (sad) lad, Saturday 7 August

Whenever we’re on our travels we try to fit in a bit of parkrun tourism. As our ferry docked in Birkenhead at 6.30am we decided not to hang around for the local parkrun, but find somewhere on our way home. We also thought this would be an opportunity to tick off another letter on our parkrun A-Z (where runners complete parkruns in places starting with every letter of the alphabet). We opted for S for Shrewsbury, just 1.5 hours drive from the ferry terminal in Birkenhead and a nice course with a couple of loops around Quarry Park then an out and back along the bank of the Severn.

The ferry docked on time and we were off and on our way to Shrewsbury. The traffic was light so we were arrived in Shrewsbury with plenty of time to park, get the dogs their breakfast and put on our running gear. We made our way toward the Quarry Park for the the start. But as we approached the park entrance along the riverside path alarm bells began to ring. Several people in high viz jackets were by the park entrance with the entrance barrier open and they were checking cars driving into the park.

As we entered the park we could see that a large stage had been set up and banners erected proclaiming ‘Shrewsbury Rocks’ (hardly!). Alas, this all pointed to one disappointing, but obvious situation – Shrewsbury parkrun had been cancelled this week due to a ‘Let’s Rock’ concert. There wasn’t enough time to get to Telford, which was the next nearest parkrun, so no parkrun for us this week after all. Mike was not a happy boy. I tried to ease his pain with a nice coffee and vegan cake from the park kiosk, but he was still very disappointed at missing out on adding to his total of 190 parkruns – and getting one closer to the magic 200.

The dogs still needed some exercise though and there was still access to large areas of the park so we strolled around. As well as beginning with s, another reason for choosing Shrewsbury was that Quarry park is actually somewhere I’d wanted to visit for a long time. The hand of a previous celebrated Gardener’s World presenter is all over Shrewsbury – Percy Thrower was once the town’s parks superintendent.

The changing face of The Quarry

In Quarry Park, there’s a formal planting area called The Dingle (and who doesn’t love a dingle?!) The Dingle was designed by Percy Thrower and is a bit of a time-warp garden from around 1870! The flower beds are full of exquisite brightly coloured Victorian formal bedding, not generally enjoyed by modern tastes, but undeniably precise – hardly a petal out of place.

Still disappointed by the lack of parkrun (even the floral delights of the Dingle couldn’t cheer Mike up) the morning was saved by the sight of an unexpected architectural delight. At the top of the hill overlooking the park is St Chad’s church – Mike knew that it’s not just any old church though – built in 1792, and with its distinctive round shape and high tower, it is one of only seven few round churches in the country.

St Chad’s, Shrewsbury is also where Charles Darwin was baptised in 1809

St Chad’s graveyard contains a fake grave to the fictional Ebeneezer Scrooge – the 1984 film: A Christmas Carol that starred George C Scott and was filmed in Shrewsbury – for the film an old gravestone was turned over and ‘Ebeneezer Scrooge’ was carved into the back, but the stone was never flipped back. We wondered who’s really buried there!

For someone not much bothered by religion, Mike does have an unusual interest in interesting churches!

Ebeneezer Scrooge carved into someone’s else gravestone for a 1984 film

Irish skies are weeping, Friday 6 August

Written by Matthew

The Irish skies are weeping; heavy and grey, mournful at our impending departure – in other words, it’s pissing it down! Typical, as the final excursion of our holiday is to Mount Stewart gardens – another place on my bucket list that I’ve wanted to visit for a long time.

The house isn’t anything particularly special, but it’s the extensive gardens that I wanted to see. Set our around the house as a series of informal room, the gardens take advantage of the warm micro-climate on the shores of Strangford Lough. Many of the plants at Mount Stewart wouldn’t survive elsewhere in Ireland, Mediterranean plants mingle with more conventional British garden planting.

Despite the torrential rain, we persevered, donning out waterproofs and walking boots to explore. It’s fair to say that Zoly and Jojo are not much enamoured by wet weather walks, but needs must and after a couple of hours drive even they were keen to get out of the car to stretch their legs. The bad dog dads that we are, we forgot to pack their warm waterproof coats, so it was birthday suits for them. After walking around the formal gardens we took a long woodland walk around the edge of the estate.

In the Mount Stewart estate woods there’s a hide to (try to) spot red squirrels – Northern Island being one of the few places in the UK where they can still be found. Red squirrels have been driven to the verge of extinction in many places by the grey squirrel (only introduced to Northern Ireland from North America around 1910). We sat in the hide for a little while – partly to avoid the rain – but much to Jojo’s disappointment, the red squirrels were not making a show (it was so wet, I think that they’d decided to stay in and keep their nuts dry).

After we’d done with gardens and rain, we made our way to Belfast. Mike had hoped he might get to visit the Titanic museum – but having not pre-booked ahead there were no tickets available.

I managed to pull up outside the museum for long enough for Mike to wander around the Titanic slipway. By modern standards the Titanic is not a particularly big ship – but the scale of the slipway (and the huge twin yellow Harland and Wolf gantry cranes – Samson and Goliath – visible in the yard next to the museum) are still pretty impressive. We shall have to make a return visit to Belfast to go to the museum.

Outline plan of where one of Titanic’s funnels would have been

So that’s it. Our first visit to Ireland is almost at an end, just the overnight ferry and a stop off at Shrewsbury parkrun tomorrow on our way home and that’ll be our holiday over. Thank you Ireland, we loved it and had lots of good craic (as they say here… apparently!)

Following the giants footsteps, Thursday 5 August

Written by Matthew

When visiting the Emerald Isle, one expects a certain amount of the rain that keeps Ireland lush and green. To be honest, there’s been a distinct absence of rain since we arrived – but that all changed today. The rain arrived in bucket-loads, which made our two-hour drive to the Giant’s Causeway fairly soggy.

When I was young I was occasionally allowed to stay overnight at Kathleen and Stuart’s house, they were close friends of my mum and Janet’s – a bit like non-biological aunt and uncle. Kathleen had made my mum’s wedding dress as she was an amazing seamstress. Stuart was into amateur dramatics and so their loft was full of fantastic costumes (heaven for a young gay boy with something of a fancy for musical theater!) I slept in Kathleen and Stuart’s back bedroom and there they had a shelf full of guidebooks to National Trust properties they’d visited. I was fascinated by these National Trust guides and I remember wondering if I would ever visit any of these wonderful places.

Fast forward a few years and here I am the proud owner of a National Trust membership card (courtesy of aunt Janet at Christmas – thank-you very much!) and we’re certainly making the most of our NT membership this week. We’ve already visited Castle Ward (a castle with a split personality, half gothic and half classical) and the lovely Rowallane woodland garden, but the Giant’s Causeway is once place that’s on both of our bucket lists, so rain or no rain, nothing was going to stop us.

Fortunately for us, the rain stopped almost as soon as we arrived at the Giant’s Causeway. The rain may have stopped but there was plenty of moisture around. Zoly’s first task at any pit stop is to empty the tank (and it’s a big tank), so no soon as we’d arrived at the Giant’s Causeway visitor centre, then MR Z’s leg was cocked and the floodgate opened. This reminded us that Zoly has weed on quite a few World Heritage Sites – Bath, Iron-bridge Gorge, Pontcysyllte and now the Giant’s Causeway!

Waiting for Zoly

We followed the longer red trail from the visitor centre along the top of the cliff, then descended the steps to the beach and the causeway.

Apparently there are approximately 40,000 mostly hexagon-shaped columns, but also some heptagon- and pentagon-shaped ones. The rain seemed to have kept the crowds away, as we were able to explore the site with ease. The rock formations are amazing and we were both overwhelmed by their beauty.

At the furthest point of the causeway, a hardy National Trust steward was stood to stop visitors going right to the end of the rocks. That didn’t stop one intrepid tourist (and their dog). ‘Excuse me Sir, no further please’ – said the steward, but it fell on deaf ears (as usual ). The misty eyed tourist, lost in the beauty and magic of the location had a camera phone in hand and nothing was going to stop him getting the perfect Vizsla holiday snap! ‘MIKE!!’ I hollered – ‘He says you can’t go there’. ‘Why not?’ he replied, disgruntled. ‘Because you can’t, people might drown’ I replied. ‘Well that would be their own fault’ he said. I pointed out that the National Trust might have a duty of care for their visitors, but he was not impressed. I think we can all be relieved that a certain Vizsla owner isn’t in charge of health and safety at the University of Bristol. Access restricted or not, he still got some lovely Vizsla shots – probably coming to a Christmas card near you soon!

This far and no further

On the way back to our cottage we made a little detour to Glenoe Falls in a lovely secluded glen near Larne – it’s 30’ or almost 10 meters high.

Can I go in please dad?
Heaven!

Donkeying around, Thursday 5 August

Written by Matthew

As I have mentioned in earlier posts, we have a lovely neighbour here at our holiday cottage – Donkey. He (well I think it’s a he although I haven’t looked too closely) is a very friendly soul, and always trots over to say hello when we drive up or pop outside. I’ve had a brief chat with him, but I’m usually too distracted wrestling Jojo away from Donkey to have any meaningful conversations.

On our return home this evening, Mike went to have a chat with Donkey. Mike’s been very worried about Donkey – all alone in the field in all weathers – so much so that he insisted that I write in the visitors book a suggestion that they find Donkey a permanent companion (I’m sure Jojo would apply for that position). Anyway, as soon as we parked the car Mike went into the cottage to get some apple and carrots then went to have a bit of quality time with Donkey.

Sweet Donkey

Meanwhile, I was getting the dogs out of the car. Both Jojo and Zoly were attached to their leads, but as I took them into the cottage Jojo’s lead slipped from my hand and seizing the moment, she was off – hurtling at high-speed towards Donkey. Donkey didn’t seem much phased by this woofing jabbering bundle of fluff. He’s probably enjoying the attention unaware of her (less than innocent) true intentions!

I’m in panic I quickly took action to make sure Zoly stayed in the cottage and wasn’t tempted to join Jojo in the donkey-baiting. I grabbed the front door to pull it closed. Click. Damn, I’ve locked the cottage door with Zoly inside. I ask Mike if he still has the front door key? Mike says that he put it on the kitchen table when he went in to fetch the carrot and apple for Donkey. We were locked out. We were locked out again – this is the second time this week! But worse than last time, Zoly is inside and probably starting to suffer from separation anxiety already.

Fortunately, Jojo was so transfixed by Donkey thar she was quickly back securely in my hand and led away to give Donkey some peace. As for rescuing Zoly, as luck would have it, Mike had left the front window open, so thanks to his nimble and agile manoeuvres (despite a very sore back) he was in through that window in seconds and we were in again.

Easy does it

Perhaps a second career as a burglar or gymnast in the seniors-Olympics beckons!

All safely gathered in

Kilbroney Park, Rostrevor Forest, Warrenpoint and Derrymore, Wednesday 4 August

Written by Mike

A quiet use-car-less, staying very local to our cottage and exploring the area day today – so lots of walking, some incredible views of Carlingford Lough, eating ice creams (doggies) and sorbet (humans) and a we came across a sobering memorial.

First stop Kilbroney Park near Rostrevor – an enormous area of mountain woodland overlooking Carlingford Lough and the Mourne Mountains. It was a country estate owned by the queen mother’s family – the Bowes-Lyons. Apparently, the princesses Elizabeth and Margaret holidayed here in 1937. Charles Dickens visited, too as well as Seamus Heaney and it’s rumoured to have been the inspiration for C S Lewis’ Narnia. Now it belongs to the local council, so we can all enjoy it.

We walked through the trees to find the Cloughmore Stone – it’s at 1,000 feet (300 m) and it’s a 30-tonne glacial erratic – probably carried in a glacier from what is now Scotland – that was left behind after the glacier melted. The views from the stone were incredible and we spent ages up there.

According to local legend the stone was thrown by a giant called Finn Mac Cool during a fight with another giant. The other giant made Lough Neagh when he picked up a handful of earth to throw at Finn Mac Cool, missed, and landed in the Irish Sea and it became the Isle of Man.

After we’d come down from the mountain, we walked along a lovely path beside Carlingford Lough into Warrenpoint – a pretty town with a big square and at least two ice cream parlours. Hard to resist. When we’d been driving on the road from Newry into Warrenpoint earlier in the week, we’d passed a ruined castle just outside Warrenpoint and we decided to get a closer look. It was a bit of a mistake – the main road wasn’t particularly nice walking and when we arrived at Narrow Point Castle it was closed… and we had to walk back.

Just by the castle a row of wreaths commemorating the Warrenpoint massacre, when 18 British soldiers were killed in an ambush by the IRA in 1979 – the deadliest attack on the British Army during the Troubles.

We went back for the car and went into Newry – we needed to find a printshop because Matthew had forgotten his parkrun barcode – which we’ll need on Saturday morning after we get off the boat. [EDIT: we didn’t need it – parkrun was cancelled ☹]. Just outside Newry was Derrymore Demesne – a lovely 1770s house and landscape owned by the National Trust.

God help us – we have a flag, Tuesday 3 August

Written by Matthew

We have come to Northern Ireland in the centenary year of the partition of Ireland and creation of Northern Ireland in 1921. This wasn’t intentional. As we drove south from Belfast through little towns and villages and at road junctions, we noticed lots of flags flying: the ulster flag, the union jack, orange order flags, pre-partition Ireland flags, the Saltire, ‘no surrender’ flags, Ulster defence flags, even Confederate flags and lots of red, white and blue bunting and we realised what was being commemorated.

Some towns have also erected big arches across their high streets; they usually featured king William III and more Union Jack flags and contemporary references to the Troubles. In Clough, a town nearby, the commemorative arch has a very large banner with ‘RIP Duke of Edinburgh’ along with his picture.

We’ve seen Republic of Ireland flags and green/white/orange painted stripes on walls. And in some places there are no flags at all – and it occurred to us that this in itself is probably significant. In a poll for the Belfast Evening Telegraph 63% of respondents said that flags on lampposts are annoying/very annoying while a significant minority of almost 19% were supportive/very supportive.

There’s an Eddie Izzard routine when he ridicules how the British occupied most of the globe with a flag – and a gun. No matter that the indigenous population had occupied the land for millennium “We have a flag, so it’s British now”.

Flags and arches – and the lack of flags are not the only sign of divisions. There are lots of different (and very well kept) churches – Presbyterian, Congregationalist, Baptist, Church of Ireland, Catholic … and more. Plus we’ve spotted the occasional ‘Orange Hall’. It’s not just church buildings either, we’ve even seen two ‘drive-in gospel meetings’ advertise. Many traffic lights have hand-made signs attached to them urging us to ‘pray for Jesus’, ‘repent’ or ‘prepare to meet our maker’.

It reminds us that behind the nearly 25 years of peace since the Good Friday agreement, the different identities in Northern Ireland are still very important to lots of people here.

Castle Ward, Murlough beach and Newcastle, Monday 2 August

Written by Mike

We are determined to get maximum use out of our national draft cards on our holiday to Norther Ireland this week – and today we visited Castle Ward, an eighteenth century estate and house on Strangford Lough. Castle Ward has been a venue for the Antiques Roadshow – so we’d seen it on TV and remembered Fiona Bruce marvelling at the apparent split-personality architecture oo the house. The house isn’t particularly opulent for a stately home, but it has a unique feature: the front and rear elevations of the house, which was built during the 1760s, are very different styles – reflecting the different tastes of Bernard Ward (Lord Bangor) and his wife, Ann Bligh. The front of the house is classically Palladian – symmetrical with a Greek style pediment and square windows.

The rear of the house is Georgian Gothick Revival, with pointed windows, turrets, battlements and finials.

The different styles are not just external – the rooms inside also have completely different decorations and furniture.

Initially we imagined that the house represented an unusual eighteenth-century compromise in a marriage – after all, at that time men – and rich men in particular would have regarded their wives and houses as their property to more-or-less do as they liked with. So, the fact Ann obviously had some considerable say and impact was remarkable in itself. We imagined that the house design represented an amicable compromise between the couple – but we found out that actually they didn’t get on and Ann Bligh left her husband shortly after the house was completed in 1770.

The grounds at castle Ward are lovely – we had a nice long walk through the farmyard and along the shore of Strangford Lough. The farmyard will be familiar to anyone who’s seen Game of Thrones on tv (not us!), as apparently it was used as the backdrop for the series ‘Winterfell’; the film crew were there for eight weeks. The farmyard was modelled on the older and now derelict Audley Castle, which is still part of the estate.

Next stop was for a walk along the beach at Murlough Nature Reserve – a 6,000 year-old dune system with heathland and woodland surrounded by an estuary, beautiful fine sand and a quiet shallow beach on the Irish Sea. The Mourne Mountains and Newcastle in the distance looked wonderful.

Finally we headed south and into Newcastle – a small seaside resort town a bit like Weston-Super-Mare or Whitley Bay … but with spectacular mountains behind. We found a nice chip shop – next to a very grand-looking Lidl!

My mate, Marmite, Sunday 1 August, 2021

Written by Matthew

Our base for the week is Mary Larkin’s cottage, which is situated overlooking Carlingford Lough outside Rostrevor and a long way up a narrow, winding single-width lane that becomes little more that a rough stone track just before it reaches the cottage.

The view is splendid, we look down the valley towards Carlingford Lough. In front of the cottage there is a resident donkey in the field. Jojo is particularly excited about Donkey, she spends most of the time on her hind legs staring out the window at Donkey. I have introduced Zoly to Donkey, they had a good sniff of each other and were inquisitive, but neither seemed to be much bothered about each other. I don’t think we’ll do the same  with Jojo as I suspect her ‘loving gazes’ at donkey may be more ‘love at first bite’ rather than ‘love at first sight’.

After a little snooze (all four of us fit easily on the super king-sized bed in the cottage) we decided to explore the locality a little. First stop was the ASDA Super Centre in Kilkeel – neither super or much of a centre, think a big Tesco express. As this was Sunday I thought we’d better call in early to avoid getting caught out by any Sunday trading rules and a lack of essentials. Before arriving in Ireland, the UK media has been regularly reporting of food shortages in Ireland due to Brexit/COVID logistic issues. The threat of a ban on meat being allowed into Northern Ireland from the rest of the UK meant we brought our own supply for the dogs. However, if the visit to ASDA Kilkeel was anything to go by, the media reports are a little exaggerated. The shelves were full – and they even has the super-size jars of Marmite, which have been in very short supply in our local ASDA Bedminster.  With my trolley filled I headed to the checkouts. I joined a short queue and  unloaded my shopping onto the conveyor belt. The man in front was having a lengthy chat with the cashier about the well-being of his (very) extended family. Cashier: “So how’s your wee mammie?” Shopper: “She’s good. Eighty-three now”. Cashier: “Never. Is she? Aww bless her” … you get the idea. All very nice, but the cashier wasn’t scanning a thing. Having spent many years in my teens with a part-time job behind a Tesco checkout, I know it is perfectly possible to chat and scan. I was wondering whether I should say something, when suddenly a checkout supervisor hollered: “Ok, you’re good to go”, while waving her arms up and down as if she was at the starting lines of Brands Hatch. What I hadn’t realised was that the Sunday trading laws here are different to England.  Back home six hours Sunday trading is permitted and supermarkets usually open between 10:00 am and 4:00 pm, here, only five hour trading are permitted and it usually takes place between 1:00 – 6:00 pm (with browsing allowed a little early). Once the starting shot had been fired, everything was quickly scanned and we were on our way – super-sized Marmite in hand (which is going to prove to be very handy).

All checked out, the next stop was Silent Valley Country Park, a reservoir about ten minutes drive from Kilkeel with lots of good dog walking possibilities. Silent Valley was very popular, lots of families with picnics or heading for tea in the cafe. The reservoir was built between 1923 and 1933 to supply Belfast. There were interpretation boards telling the history of the site and how it was constructed (apparently all the poorly paid workers tolling 14 hour days to excavate the granite rock were as happy as Larry – I suspect not, and there was a plaque commemorating the nine men who were killed during the construction). We made our way towards the reservoir with the intention of doing a long walk to the second dam further along the valley. As we set off, nature took its course and Zoly started to do his first number two of the day. I prepared my poo bag as Mike and Jojo wandered ahead. As I prepared to scoop my eye was drawn to a small group of people ahead who were stood on the spot and waving their arms and hands furiously around their heads. Once Zoly had done his business (and I’d done the obligatory scoop) he began pulling to catch up with Mike and Jojo. Instead of his usual gallop, Zoly was doing some peculiar squat trot, while trying to nibble his bum as he moved – my initial though was that he needed to go again, but if he wanted to do that why didn’t he just stop and go? I then noticed Mike was also swatting his hands around his head and then I felt it – there were midges everywhere – and we were their prey! Poor Zoly was getting bitten on his bum; while me, Mike and any other human with flesh on display were also prime targets. A change of plan was needed… and quick.

We made a hasty retreat from our waterside walk and instead took the ‘mountainside trail’ which offered great views of the water and the Mourne Mountains – and a lot fewer midges. I had heard that Scottish lochs in August were to be avoided due to midge swarms, but I’d not heard the same of Northern Ireland, but now I know. I think that it is said that midges apparently don’t like the taste of Marmite in human blood – so it’s a high intake of ‘my mate Marmite’ for me for the rest of the holiday to keep the pesky blighters (or as we overheard one of the locals put it: ‘the wee bastards’) at bay!

Lift off – the red dog has landed, Saturday 31 July

Written by Matthew

Having just return from a week’s holiday in the Cotswolds with his family, Matthew can hardly say that he’s been deprived of a vacation – but a holiday doesn’t really feel like a holiday unless we’ve really travelled somewhere. The second week of Matthew’s two-week break certainly involves travel – as we’re visiting Northern Ireland for the first time. It all starts with a long drive from Bristol to Birkenhead (via a nice National Trust property called Shugborough Hall where we can walk (and empty) Jojo and Zoly; then the real excitement happens when we depart land.

Shugborough Hall, Staffordshire

There’s nothing quite like going on a ferry to make us feel like we’re having a holiday. After a year of Covid-related travel restrictions, we’ve not left these shores by boat or plane for quite some time. To get to Ireland we sailed overnight from Birkenhead to Belfast on a beautiful Stena Line ferry. We arrived at the docks in plenty of time for check in – with a brief detour to Tesco for supper supplies. Given we’re not actually leaving the UK, there were no custom checks and we were through pretty swiftly and directed to join a queue of cars to wait embarkation at the very end of lane 9. The views over to the Liverpool waterfront were wonderful.

Unfortunately, the end of lane 9 was very close to the big passenger terminal building and shortly after we’d parked the double decker bus that takes foot passengers onto the ferry pulled up right next to our car. The arrival of the bus caused most of the foot passengers who’d been waiting inside the terminal waiting room to rush towards the bus. This was in spite of them being told that he bus wasn’t  boarding until 9:00. So much was the eagerness to get on that bus that the foot passengers were clearly not going back into the lounge, but instead formed a disorderly huddle next to the bus and – being the last in line – around our car.

The unexpected crowd left us with something of a dilemma, because in the boot of the car were two dogs – who desperately needed to be emptied before we all boarded the ferry. Getting the dogs out of the car and attached to a lead is a bit stressful at the best of times. Jojo will generally just sit in the boot and have a look about at where she is before jumping out – which gives us plenty of time to attach a lead. Zoly, of course, is a different matter. Poor Zoly is a very nervous traveller, so as soon as the back of the car is opened he jumps out as quickly as he can. Given that Zoly belongs to the second-fastest dog breed in the world, he jumps out of the car pretty fast! If you know the direction he’s likely to leap, then it’s possible to be prepared to grab him mid-flight. However, to stop the dogs seeing (and woofing at) passers-by we cover the car’s rear windows. It’s a great solution to reduce woofing, but the downside is that from the outside we can’t see which direction Zoly is sat poised to launch himself out at the first opportunity. Preparing to release the dogs therefore requires both of us, with leads in hand, limbering up like a couple of goal keepers – ready to try and save Zoly!

We couldn’t wait with Jojo and Zoly in the back of the car indefinitely, notwithstanding that there were now a crowd of ferry foot passengers all around us. So we just  opened the boot and out Zoly jumped – straight at a group of youngsters! Screams and squeals ensued as the kids scattered in all directions. Fortunately,  my eye-hand co-ordination is pretty good, so Zoly was grabbed and attached to a lead before anything untoward happened. As we headed away to a quieter spot though, I overheard an Irish women’s laughing and saying to her friend: “Did you see wee Shannon’s face? She nearly shat her pants when that dog landed”. So there we have it, Zoly has made an impression on the Irish before he’s even arrived in Northern Ireland!

Once on board, Zoly and Jojo shared a kennel – Mike hated leaving them there… but the crossing was smooth and we had a good night’s sleep in our cabin (the last dog-free night for the rest of the week). The next morning the dogs were very happy to see us and we set off from Belfast to Mary Larkin’s cottage, overlooking Carligford Lough on the border between Northern Ireland and Ireland.

Dawn over Belfast docks

The roads in Belfast were quiet at 6:30 in the morning, we had wonderful views of Samson and Goliath – the huge twin bright yellow gantry cranes at the Harland and Wolff shipyards (the yard that build the Titanic).We’re hoping to have a day in Belfast later in the week, so Mike’s very excited about visiting the Titanic Museum.

"Samson" and "Goliath", Belfast (7)
Samson and Goliath

Driving south through Belfast towards the M1 at Broadway Roundabout we saw the ‘Rise’ peace sculpture that was installed in 2011. Matthew said he’d read that it has been called the “the Balls on the Falls”, “the Testes on the Westes” and “the Westicles” – this, of course, made us both giggle!

From tulips to Amsterdam

Today was an odd day. We split it between Lisse and Amsterdam. We’d never been to Amsterdam together and since the first monument to the gay victims of the Holocaust is in Amsterdam – near to Ann Franks’ house – it felt like a good reason to go and see it. We could also take the train from Amsterdam straight back to Shiedam, where we can change for Hoek van Holland and on to the overnight ferry. We weren’t sure whether it would be possible to exercise Zoly very much in Amsterdam so Matthew suggested visiting the botanical gardens in Lisse.

The fire alarm went off at the hotel at about 6:00am (a false alarm, but everyone was out in the street in their nightwear), so we were up and about quite early. We wandered around Lisse and it took a while to find the gardens – it seemed to be hidden out beyond the suburbs and when we eventually found them on the outskirts of town, they were closed! Still, we did happen upon a rather nice thatched windmill.


As we weren’t in a hurry we had plenty of time for one last circuit of Keukenhof forest before getting the bus the Haarlem (a beautiful city – we must go back to explore) and then the short train ride to Amsterdam.


Walking through the narrow streets near Amsterdam station was a bit nerve-wracking and a a little unpleasant with Zoly because the streets were so crowded and also because so many people were smoking (and not all of them tobacco, this being Amsterdam). It’s curious how quickly we’ve become used to smoke-free public spaces in the UK.

On our way to the homomonument my sister Lisa called – she’d finished the Milton Keynes marathon – only her second – in a London marathon good for age qualifying time of 3:48:33. This despite the fact that she lost a few minutes after tripping over a tree root and falling at about 14 miles in. I’m so proud of her – and hopefully this means that both she and me will be running in London next year. Can’t wait!

The monument was good to visit – I worried a bit that people were sitting on it and picnicking, perhaps without realising what it was or its significance. It’s a pink granite triangle that steps down and juts out into the canal. But maybe it’s fitting that it’s enjoyed as well as being serious.


The Olympic stadium was lovely, but also closed! We did a quick circuit and then there was time to visit Vondelpark – built in 1865 and named after a 17th-century playwright and poet. The park is fantastic – long and narrow, with hundreds of runners and cyclists. It was lovely to walk through with Zoly off his lead after the streets of Amsterdam. There were lots of other dogs to meet and greet, lakes and fountains, an outdoor gym, open air theatre and lovely little cafés all over. Zoly had been so good today that we treated him to an ice cream while we had a picnic and wrote postcards.


We’d done quite a bit of walking around today by now, so we took a tram back to Centraal Station for the train back to Hoek van Holland. Zoly and Matthew were both very tired.

Keukenhof 2016

We travelled overseas with Zoly for the very first time. He has had a Pet Passport issued especially. The original plan was to cycle with Zoly in a Dutch Doggyride trailer – but he really doesn’t like being in his trailer unfortunately , so we think we’ll need to be very patient and give him more time and training to get him used to travelling in it. Luckily, Zoly likes trains and buses – so that’s how we’ll travel + the overnight ferry crossing of course. We’re not sure how Zoly will deal with being on a ferry in a cage in a kennel – he’s not been on his own overnight since he was a small puppy – all the more reason to keep the joys of travelling in a dog trailer for another time.

Mike and Zoly larking about

Matthew was in a very grumpy mood this morning. None of us had slept particularly well and he’d decided that it was Zoly being restless in the night, but I suspected that it was more than that – we’ve had noisy overnight storms all week so combined with Zoly’s nocturnal antics plus the fact that Matthew just never stops meant that he was suffering a bit. And when Matthew is suffering from tiredness, everyone else better watch out! Discretion being the better part of valour and all that, I decided that I should make myself and Zoly scarce and take off on a day-long hike. I like to ‘join things up’ and since we’d walked from our cottage in Metherell to Cothele and then followed the Tamar Valley Discovery Trail along the River Tamar as far as Calstock, I wanted to do the next few ‘sections’ of the Trail – heading north through Gunnislake, then west via Bitthams, Chilsworthy, Latchley, Greenscombe Wood, Luckett as far as Old Mill, where we could turn south and over Kit Hill and back through Harrowbarrow to Metherell.

The weather today  promised to be fine (at last) and Matthew hadn’t really been able to spend very much time in the gardens at Cothele so he walked with us until we arrived there.

It was nice not having to be wrapped up against the rain and on the walk through Cothele Quay into Calstock everything looked so much brighter.       

         

 

 

  

 We’d been as far as Calstock church on a previous walk – it’s sited high above and quite a walk away from the town. We’d wondered why it was so far away from where everyone lived until we discovered that in 2007 a team of archaeologists from the University of Exeter had uncovered the remains of a Roman fort surrounding the church – it would have been big enough for 500 soldiers and is the furthest south west that Roman remains have been found. I figured that the church was probably where it was because it was built from stones that had been nicked from the Roman fort!  

Once we passed through Gunnislake the valley sides became steeper and narrowed as we headed further upstream – after all the rain the river was incredibly high, very fast flowing, foaming and churning  – I was concerned to keep Zoly away from the edge. 

 The Tamar valley is so beautiful around here though – cliffs and forests, weird and rocky islands everywhere and the whole area is characterised by ruined Cornish mine workings being reclaimed by nature  – tall engine sheds built from stone with high round chimneys, abandoned workshops and crushing sheds, piles of spoil and fenced off shafts. Most of the mines were for tin, copper, arsenic and silver.  

  
 We came across a couple of really nice-looking little holiday lets above the River in Chilsworthy, they had amusing names!

  
Also, a rather inviting place to stay in Latchley – we just need to check out their dog-friendly credentials before we make a booking (although just about everyone seems to have a dog around here, plus vegans are always animal-friendly, so this place is probably a safe bet). A man pushing a wheelbarrow in the village said: “That’s a fine-looking hound”as we passed.

 The walk up to Kit Hill was challenging as it was very steep and near the end of our walk. But it was worth it for the amazing views. All the way to Plymouth looking south and over to Devon in the east.

 

   
There was a quarry high on the hill a stones used in the Bishop’s Rock Lighthouse in Scilly as well as six London bridges over the Thames (Lambeth, Putney, London, Chelsea, Blackfriars and Waterloo). 
 A stone monument at the summit of Kit Hill can be seen for miles, from a distance the mess that’s been made of it through having various bits of communications equipment strapped to it isn’t clear. I think it’s a shame the work couldn’t have been done more sympathetically.

  
We came off the hill for the short walk back to Metherell – we called in to the farm shop in Harrowbarrow for some well-earned ‘premium’ cooked Cornish ham for Zoly, we arrived two minutes before closing time – phew! Lucky boy.

  

Summary day 7 – heading home

We had a wonderful (late) honeymoon in Northumberland – and like on our wedding day, the weather has been kind to us. While there were stories from the rest of the country of storms and torrential rain – we mostly had sunshine and blue skies. It only rained on one day, so we were very fortunate. It was our first longer trip away with Zoly – and he seemed to have a lovely time; lots of walks, new experiences, time off lead, things to smell and potential friends to meet and play with. He was really good – coped with the long walks well and slept between us most nights.

On our last morning we thought that Zoly should have a good walk and be emptied out before the long train journey back to Bristol, so Mike took him down to Alnmouth beach for one last time while Matthew finished packing the bags and updated the visitor’s book. The tide was the furthest out that I’d seen it and the sand was very soft underfoot. There were some other dogs for Zoly to play with and he ran into the river a few times. It was a shame to have to turn back for the house.

When we returned to the cottage a small dove was wandering about outside the door – Zoly was fascinated (and salivating)!

Our train from Alnmouth was at 11 and we saw Jill the house-owner as we were leaving. There was an interesting information board, especially about the history of Alnmouth station. The routes we’d taken on some of our walks to Alnwick was along the proposed new heritage steam train route.

We changed trains at Durham and then Birmingham – Zoly was an angel on the train – and as usual had lots of pats and strokes compliments and admiring looks. Everything went smoothly, even though the trains were very full. We arrived back in Bristol at 4:00 and Mike walked Zoly home via Victoria Park to give him a bit of additional exercise before diner and Matthew took all our bags home in a taxi.

We expected to him some trouble persuading Zoly to sleep back in his own bed – but he wasn’t too bad – only two attempts to get on our bed, but each time we took him back to his bed and the second time he stayed there ’til morning. He’s a fast learner that dog!

We hope you’ve enjoyed reading about trip and seeing some of our pictures. Hopefully we’ll be traveling by bicycle next time with a dog trailer for Zoly.

Summary day 6 – what to do?!

Today we planned to go up to Holy Island – it’s Good Friday and it would be a nice place to be today. However, the rain was tipping down, it’s a bank holiday so the already meagre bus services are significantly reduced and there’s also lots of engineering works on the railway! The more we considered various travel options the more unlikely it seemed that we’d get to Holy Island in time to cross the causeway and back at low tide and be able to return to Alnmouth in a day! We needed to make alternative plans. Zoly doesn’t like going out in the rain, which is odd because he’ll jump into the bath, the shower, ponds, water troughs – you name it! Apart of pubs, many dog-friendly indoor venues were not likley to be open today so we thought that we’d struggle.

By 1:00 the rain had eased to a fine drizzle (mizzle?!), so we thought we’d risk a local walk. We set off to Alnmouth – the river and the beach. The tide was coming in and we saw some beautiful big herons in the estuary.

The beach had a couple of other dog walkers although their dogs didn’t seem that interested in playing with Zoly. There were some children trying to skim stones and Zoly thought that this was a fantastic game – he went charging into the water after the stones and seemed to be quite disappointed when he couldn’t retrieve them from under the water. Unfortunately, he was wearing his coat – so that was absolutely soaked and covered in sand in no time. Once he was wet through we decided to let him play and run about – he adores the beach – digs in the sand, runs in wide circles, picks up pieces of seaweed or driftwood and rushes about and tosses them into the air then tries to catch them again. If there are other dogs about on the beach then he loves chasing games. He’s had a fantastic holiday and it’s sad that it’s coming to an end. We wondered if we’d have trouble persuading him to sleep back in his own bed when we get back to Bristol!

It was still raining and feeling cold, so we went into Alnmouth village to see if somewhere might be open and get some tea. There was a nice-looking café open next to the golf links by the beach – called Dandelion I went in to ask if they would let dogs in and they said no – even though their promotional material reads: “We chose Dandelion as the name for our new café bars to reflect the warmth of the welcome and the informal environment.” Well we weren’t going to leave Zoly outside, so we continued on and saw that the Red Lion Inn did welcome dogs, so we settled in there and had peppermint tea and chips! Zoly was well-behaved and was universally admired – they don’t know what they’re missing in Dandelion!

By about three in the afternoon the rain had stopped, although it was still grey, so we decided to continue our walk and head into the next village, Lesbury and walk up the Aln to the Lesbury railway viaduct that we can see from our cottage and cross the river by some stepping stones over towards Alnwick then complete the loop back to the house.

Lesbury is pretty – lots of honey-coloured stone cottages, a small church and even the new development looked attractive. The railway viaduct is about half a mile out of the village but it’s really spectacular with 18 arches – the viaduct carries the main east coast railway line from London to Edinburgh across the river valley, it was built in 1849 to a design by Robert Stephenson. The footpath by the river passes right under the viaduct although with all the rain the ground was very boggy.

We crossed the river further upstream by Bilton Mill using the stepping stones. We encouraged Zoly to get into the water there to get rid of some of the sand and mud on him before heading home.

Summary day 5 – Durham, Blanchland and Castleside

We took the train from Alnmouth to Durham this morning.

We’d arranged to visit cousin Catherine, uncle Malcolm and aunt Sheila this afternoon  and we were meeting Malcolm outside Durham cathedral at 12:30. There was a 9:00am train arriving in Durham at 9:45 so we could spend the morning strolling along the banks of the Weir – the weather was glorious – a lovely warm and bright spring day. We had a lovely walk along the river bank path with its famous view of the cathedral and castle, the bridges, the rowers and a lovely little Greek-style folly – called Counts folly. Joseph Boruwlaski was a dwarf in the eighteenth century who retired to Durham. Having somewhere so close to the city centre where a dog can be off-lead and having fun in safety is wonderful.

Malcolm had been at a special service for bishops, priests and deacons from the Durham Diocese and when we met him he offered to walk Zoly so we could go in and check out the Lego Durham Cathedral! Aunt Janet had also suggested that Matthew search out the Bishop of Jarrow who used to work with her in Coventry and introduce ourselves to him!

Janet had given us a good description of Bishop Mark of Jarrow – so it didn’t take long to find him and Matthew had a quick chat about Janet’s work with the elderly in Coventry.

Then on to the Lego Durham Cathedral, which is brilliant and epic! When it’s complete it will be 3.84m wide, 1.53m wide and 1.7m high – it’s scaled from Lego figures – so that they look more-or-less the right size in the model. There will be around 350,000 bricks in the model and anyone can add a piece for £1. We bough 5 pieces and fitted them to the top of the north tower. There were lots of people making their contributions – so it shouldn’t take long to finish.

After the Lego Durham Cathedral we met up with Malcolm and Zoly in the college grounds behind  the cathedral – I wonder if there’s something about vicars and dogs and keeping off he grass signs?!

Malcolm took us on a lovely drive up to the fells around the Durham/Northumberland border, we passed  the Derwent Reservoir and stopped for a short walk along the river in the small village of Blanchland. I remember going to Blanchland when I was young – probably with Malcolm – to visit Leonard Paulin, who had been the vicar at St Alban’s church in Earsdon and who probably conducted the marriage of my Mum and Dad and who probably also christened me. He was a lovely, cultivated and gentle man and his last parish was here. Blanchland was built with stones from the remains of the twelfth century Blanchland Abbey and has a lovely uniform character as a result of the building stone used and the lovely scale of the buildings.

I think Malcom expected Zoly to have a play in the river – cousin Philipa’s dogs had, apparently – but the water was flowing quite quickly and deep in some places, so Zoly wasn’t going in! We didn’t stay long because I was a bit concerned about Malcom overdoing it, plus we were hungry, so we headed over to Malcolm and Sheila’s house in Castleside.

Lunch was delicious and there was lots to eat – very good for two greedy blokes! Carrot and coriander soup followed by vegetable curry, then fresh fruit salad. Heaven! They’d made sure that Zoly was well catered for too – four bags of treats! The lucky boy! We had a lovely time and it was so nice to spend time with them. We talked about Catherine’s wedding next January, teaching work, Richard’s amazing reviews of the his singing and a bit too much about incontinence for Matthew’s liking! Poor Catherine had a bit of a cold – so I kept my distance as I’m running the London marathon in a couple of weeks.

After a long time at the table Zoly had his dinner, we had a tour of the house then Malcolm drove us back to Durham for the train back to Alnmouth. Matthew wanted to watch the TV election ‘debate’, but I didn’t – he has more resilience than me on these sorts of things I think.

Summary day 4 – Cragside

Yesterday’s planned trip to Cragside, William Armstrong’s country house near Rothbury was postponed to today since the weather looked better. It’s only 15 miles from Alnmouth to Cragside, but getting there by public transport wasn’t particularly straightforward. There was a direct bus that left Alnmouth station (which is just around the corner from where we’re staying) at 08:40 – arriving at Cragsie at 09:15, but Cragside didn’t open until 11:00 – so there’d have been some waiting about! There were no more buses from Alnmouth until 18:10, by which time Cragside was closed! The next bus to Cragside that would arrive in good time left from Alnwick at 10:10 arriving at Cragside at 10:40. The only problem with this one was that we’d have to walk the 3 miles to Alnwick in order to catch it! It’s a lovely walk though, along quiet narrow lanes, by the river Aln and across fields – so that’s what we did.

As we crossed some fields two hares came racing towards us – they were incredibly fast. At first I though that they must be a couple of dogs because they were so big! It was an amazing sight. Thankfully, Zoly didn’t notice them before they saw us and turned tail. We were still tramping across the fields when I phone rang – it was my aunt Sheila who we’d messaged about making a visit. She and Uncle Malcolm were trying to FaceTime me – it was a bit halting without a Wi-Fi and slightly surreal to be doing a video call in the middle of a field, but we arranged to meet them tomorrow – we’ll go to Durham in the morning (exciting – I can see the part-constructed http://www.durhamcathedral.co.uk/visit/what-to-visit/durham-cathedral-lego-build), then meet up with Malcolm, Sheila and lovely cousin Catherine in the afternoon.

There was only one other passenger on the bus to Cragside – so it’s not surprising that they’re so infrequent. The provider seems to be under threat, too – lots of SOS (support our Spirit) signs pointing out that they have no funding or subsidy and inviting passengers to donate to ensure the services continue. Apart from the infrequency, there seems to be lots to like about Spirit buses – they welcome dogs and even bicycles on board and the buses can be hailed as they approach – not just at designated bus stops. Once on the bus to Cragside we had  wonderful views into the Northumberland National Park and across to the Cheviot Hills – it made me think that we should come back here some more.

We arrived at Cragside and the parking attendant greeted us with the words: “That’s a Hungarian vizsla!” I was a pleased that she recognised Zoly – we’re often asked what sort of dog he is by admirers (of Zoly, not us). She told that she used to have a vizsla called Zeus and was delighted when I introduced her to Zoly. I don’t know whether it was seeing Zoly or our being brazen and walking in to Cragside a bit early or if it’s normal practice to allow people who’ve arrived by bus in for free – but whatever the reason, we weren’t asked for our £10.70 each admission and as we left our National Trust membership cards behind in Bristol, we were fully expecting to have to pay. So that was a good start to our visit!

On our way in we also saw some splendid carved owls. Our friend Ella back in Newcastle had told us that owls were her favourite animal – Ella showed me her owl rucksack and her owl keyring – so here’s a couple of pictures of the carved owls for Ella. There’s an extraordinary owl bedroom in the house – so that must have been the inspiration for these carvings.

Cragside was the country house of Lord Armstrong – a nineteenth century crane, bridge and later armaments manufacturer. Armstrong’s enormous munitions factories and warship construction yards hugged the banks of the Tyne in Elswick from Scotswood Bridge for almost a mile towards Newcastle. I remember as a child being thrilled at the sight of tanks on low loaders. The company was taken over by BAE and the factories were gradually run down then closed in 2013.

Armstrong became less involved in the day-to-day running of his company and in 1863 when he was in his fifties he bought some land in a steep-sided, narrow valley near Rothbury, had it cleared and supervised the building of a country house perched high on a ledge of rock overlooking a stream. He had a massive rock garden installed around the house, seven million trees planted and five artificial lakes were constructed, which were used to generate hydro-electricity. There are over 30 miles (50 km) of pathways to explore now zig-zagging up and down the steep valley sides, down on the valley floor and up on the flatter high moorland.

We had both been to Cragside as children – but we hardly remembered it and a lot had changed. The most startling new addition was the Archimedes screw, which from July 2014 has powered the lights in the house – effectively restoring hydroelectricity to the first house in the world ever to use it. It’s a massive device and carefully designed to allow fish to pass through unharmed. About 10% of the electricity that the estate needs comes from this one Archimedes screw – enough for all the lights and there are plans by the National Trust to use more renewable sources of energy.

We walked through the valley and up to the formal gardens with their beautiful glasshouses, rockeries and splendid views to Rothbury and the hills beyond.

We paused for lunch and a walk up to two of the high lakes and a detour to take in the recently restored flume, that fed water into the lakes. We wandered around the outside of the house and had our picnic lunch in the old stables’ courtyard.

We returned back to Alnwick – and yet again there was only one other person on the bus (a different person this time!) From Alnwick a pleasant walk back to the cottage in Alnmouth, dinner and another early night – we’re certainly sleeping long and well here in Northumberland.

Summary day 3 – Warkworth and Alnwick (again)

The forecast for today was for very high winds for most of the day along with a fine-ish morning then a blustery and showery afternoon. We decided to postpone our original plans to go to Rothbury to visit the gardens at Cragside House and instead take a shorter morning walk south to Warkworth then head over to Alnwick and back to Alnmouth.

Zoly was really tired last night and we figured that he’d appreciate a less arduous day. We set out for Warkworth at about 10. The sun was shining but the winds were already really strong. The path from Alnmouth to Warkworth has been made into part of the National Cycle Network, so it was really well-surfaced and sheltered from the adjacent road by a hedge. At the start of the path there were some lovely views back over the River Aln to Alnmouth. Not far along the path we we came across a lovely bench – carved and painted with a plaque in memory of Michelle Turnbull who died in 2009. ‘Find me here, I am not gone’ – a beautiful memorial.

The main railway line to Edinburgh was over to our right and just south of Alnmouth we could see a level crossing with a house next to it. Mum had told me that my grandparents had lived in a house near Alnmouth by the level-crossing. This had to be it – there’s no other level crossing in the vicinity as far as we can tell. As we were looking, sirens began to sound and red lights started flashing; the gates came down and an express train went through heading north. While all this was going on my phone rang – it was my sister! All coming together this felt strangely satisfying – but I wouldn’t be surprised if Mam told me that it wasn’t this house!

From here it wasn’t far to Warkworth, but on the edge of the village the cycle path veered off to the left and towards Warkworth Bay. Going straight in into the village there wasn’t any pavement, so we were forced to walk on a very busy road. A Welcome to Warkworth sign asked: Please Drive Carefully, but this was entirely in vain – Matthew and Zoly were almost hit by someone in a car who started to drive towards them!. I’m always a bit baffled about why carful driving requires a polite request. In this case it was a completely ignored anyway – cars and lorries and buses were thundering past at top speed on a narrow winding road. This bit of our walk was not pleasant. Thankfully we arrived in Warkworth intact (physically if not mentally), and were greeted with a much nicer sign: ‘Welcome Cyclists’ in a hotel window. Also a funny notice screwed to a house wall: ‘Friends always welcome – family by appointment’.

We made our way up to the castle – on our way we passed a young woman with very bright red dyed hair, I assumed that she must be another local estate agent. Once at he castle we were delighted that we could go in – and for free – with our English Heritage membership cards and that Zoly could accompany us. The women staffing the shop made a big fuss of Zoly – one of them even went off to find some dog biscuits to feed him – we won’t have any trouble taking him back there!

The castle was just as I remembered it – small, but high and lots still intact. My uncle Eric and aunt Sheila live in a house that looks on to Warkworth Castle and when I was a boy I used to visit them and their two boys: Stuart and Neville. We would play in the shadow of the castle and I remember thinking that they lived in an impossibly romantic spot. I thought about calling on my aunt and uncle today – they were delightful, warm, friendly and kind to me when I was small. But they are quite elderly and both rather frail now – I was worried that dropping by unannounced with a husband and dog in tow would be too disconcerting, (I also had that ‘family by appointment’ notice in my mind!). I decided to stay away.

After the castle we had a look in the church – a nice Norman building with a leaning tower. The interior was not so attractive – full of clutter and a CD player playing Gregorian chant, which was rather off-putting too!

There were some spots of rain and the wind was cold by now. Given that our walk in to Warkworth on the road had not been pleasant, we decided to take the bus to Alnwick, pick up some groceries, have a look in the tourist information office, which had been unaccountably closed on Sunday and have some lunch in Barter Books. We also called in at a wonderful pet shop in Market Street and bought Zoly a new harness – he had lots of fun trying on different ones. He had lots of fuss in there, too! On our way to the bookshop, we passed the Conservative and Unionist Office, I was looking at some posters of their candidate in the window when a young man came out of the building, “She’ll be our next MP”, he said when he saw me. “I rather hope not”, I replied – but I fear that he’s right – the Lib Dem has a small majority over the Tories and is retiring at this election, so they’re bound to lose.

We had had a pleasant walk home though – the promised rain never really materialised, so we could have gone to Cragside today. Still, back early meant we could get on with some laundry, write some postcards and Matthew wants us to download and watch Paddington!

Summary day 2 – Alnmouth to Embleton – return by bus

The weather forecast today was for a fine, blustery morning with rain in the late afternoon – probably around 4 or 5. We decided to walk up the coast from Alnmouth to Dunstanburgh Castle then on to Embleton to catch a bus back.

Mathew made a picnic and we set off at about 10am. Alnmouth was beautiful, with bright blue skies, sparkling sea and the wind sending sand streaming and skiming across the beach.

There were really very few other people about – some dog walkers and a runner running along the sand with her dog. We were walking north with the sea on our right and the sun mostly behind us. There’s a very well-marked coastal path and we used that or walked on sandy beaches or across rocks.

We went through or past Foxton, Boulmer, Howick, Craster then Dunstanburgh and Embleton. We walked about 14 miles when the bends and curves of the bays and promontories are taken into account. Zoly walked much further than that, of course – he was trotting backwards and forwards, zig-zagging from side to side, chasing after other dogs and paddling in the sea!

The coast heading towards Craster was really undulating with the basalt rock outcrop at Cullernose Point where tall linear stone columns juts out to the sea. The path was surrounded by gorse bushes with the most incredible bright yellow flowers. There were clumps of flowering daffodils and primroses too – making it very spring-like.

We stopped for lunch in Craster at about 2:00 and had a little look around the village – lots of pretty boats and smoke billowing out of the herring-curing sheds where ‘smoked kippers’ are produced.

Dunstanburgh Castle is magnificent – even though it it is ruined. It was built in the early fourteenth century on a cliff-top promontory and we could see it in the distance as we rounded headlands, then it would be hidden from view, only to reappear again, all the time getting larger and larger. The ruined gatehouse is one of the most striking features and was the largest of any British castle. The landward side of the castle was protected by large artificial lakes – meres – that have largely silted up now and are filled with boggy plants

When we arrived in Embleton, a bus was coming towards us – and even though we weren’t at a bus stop we signalled for it and the driver stopped for us, What a result! Zoly climbed on to our laps and fell asleep almost as soon as we were sat down.

Back at the cottage and Zoly needed a hose down before his dinner, which he didn’t particularly appreciate. After he’s eaten he fell asleep for he rest of the evening. He’ll have to have a quieter day tomorrow we think!

It’s time for our honeymoon (only one year late!)

It’s been a busy year, what with welcoming a new member of the family (our puppy, Zoly) and our wedding – we didn’t get around to having any kind of holiday in 2014. We even managed to get married without having a honeymoon, (which Matthew wasn’t very pleased about – I mean the lack of honeymoon, not the marriage, obviously!). But we’re putting that right now – we did some research and came across a lovely cottage near Alnmouth in Northumberland. The owners of the ‘Huffy House’ (more on the name later) allow guests to bring their dogs and it’s situated close to a railway station that we could get to direct from Bristol (the Plymouth to Glasgow train stops at Alnmouth!). We’re booked in for a week and decided that as Zoly hasn’t learned to travel by bicycle yet (he will, of course) that we’d make this trip on foot.

We travelled from Bristol to Newcastle on Friday. It was going to be Zoly’s longest train journey, so we both took turns to walk him – Matthew at 6am out along the Towpath and through Greville Smyth Park then back for breakfast and out again with me to make sure that he was tired and ‘wrung out’ before we settled on the train. The poor thing, he was playing with some doggy friends in Victoria Park – running and chasing and wearing himself out – and I shooed him away from the dog bowl outside the café.

We’d arranged to stay our friends Michelle and Catherine and Iain in Newcastle so that we could get to Alnmouth on Saturday afternoon. They have an absolutely beautiful Weimaraner called Poppy and we wondered how Zoly and Poppy would get on when they met. We needn’t have worried – Zoly was beside himself with excitement when they met and was entranced by her all evening and the next morning. He was constantly wanting to play with her, chasing about, doing a bit of showing off and following her about wherever she went. Poppy is four years old and was very capable of handling herself.

On Saturday morning we took Zoly and Poppy for a walk on the Newcastle Town Moor and into Exhibition Park and then to a café in Northumberland Street (Poppy’s first visit there) – the dogs had a wonderful time on the moor – sniffing and chasing each other. We tuned heads wherever we went – two men with two extremely stylish dogs was a bit of a give-away! Lots of people asked us what kind of dogs we had and would smile and say something like: “Beautiful dogs” as we passed.

After we’d walked the dogs we returned Poppy and headed to Central Station for our train to Alnmouth. We arrived at the station with six minutes to spare… so while Matthew bought our tickets Mike asked at the information desk where the Alnmouth train was going – “Platform two to Edinburgh”. So we went to platform two and there was a train waiting – destination Edinburgh. We just made it – it left Newcastle almost as soon
as we got on – which made us think that perhaps something wasn’t right – it departed sooner than we thought it should. True enough the announcer on the train said we were on the Edinburgh train, next stop Morpeth then
Dunbar! Argh!! I ran up and down the train to find the train manager to check if the train really wasn’t stopping at Alnmouth (and to see if they could be persuaded to stop there since they were passing through), no – and no – we had to get off at Morpeth, run over to the other platform and return to Newcastle to try again
for Alnmouth!

Eventually we made it and finding the house was easy – and it’s in a wonderful setting at the top of a grassy ridge, with views to the Lesbury Railway Viaduct and on towards Boulmer and over to Alnmouth.

Michelle had made some soup for us (Thank-you Michelle – you were a super-star!), so we didn’t have to worry about getting any shopping in and once we’d unpacked and eaten we went for a lovely evening stroll to the sea.

So here we are on the North East coast between Newcastle and Berwick – about a mile from Alnmouth and three miles from Alnwick. We’re planning to do lots of walking with Zoly – up the coast, visit Alnwick, Cragside, Bamburgh, maybe Lindisfarne. We’ll keep you posted.

Summary – day 17 – Washington DC – London and Bristol (Saturday/Sunday 06/07 July)

Up early and out for a run, (no cycling today, a long flight later … and a marathon for me in three months!).

It was warm, bright and amazingly quiet. We’ve been to the Lincoln Memorial and the National Mall a few times now and it’s always been heaving with people. This morning was different – a few other runners and ‘power-walkers’, but really hardly anyone about. I was wearing my local Southville Running Club vest – so I wanted to have some pictures of me wearing it around Washington DC. We were out for only about 2 hours, we saw the Lincoln Memorial again, the WWII memorial, the Washington Monument and the Capitol.

It was extremely hot by the time we’d finished our run. We called into a grocery store to get some juice and fruit for breakfast then off for some more shopping for M. Apparently that store last night wasn’t Crate and Barrel – it was CB2 – similar, but different in some very important respects … so to get to the real McCoy required a Metro train to Clarendon to the west of the city. We found the store and there were some nice things there – including a Vitamix blender for $599.95 – I didn’t buy it! Matthew bought some stuff – citronella candles for the garden and a chopping board I think. Next door was a huge storage-type gadget shop, half the shop seemed to taken up with selling coat hangers of various kinds! I came across a fabulous and entirely unfamiliar (for Brits like me) ‘back to school’ -type display – stuff for pimping one’s locker! This included pre-cut ‘wallpapers’, miniature chandeliers, tidy boxes and mirrors to hang inside the door … I fear that I have seen the future!

Back at the hotel, just time to consolidate the bags before setting off for the airport. An extension to the Metro has been approved apparently, in the meantime getting to Dulles is a nightmare. Either pay a fortune for a taxi or a shuttle bus or take a Metro to L’Enfant Plaza then a bus, (this was quite a bit of hassle with our bicycles in their bags, but saved us in the region of $50). On weekdays the buses are every half hour and beyone reason on weekends they’re only every hour – even on the weekend after 4th July! Needless to say the bus was absolutely rammed and some people couldn’t get on!

Dulles looks a bit dated now and no oversize luggage facility that we could use so at check-in our bicycles were loaded by a rather slight man, who could hardly lift them onto the everyday luggage trolleys. It felt strange bidding them good-bye – especially as we just abandoned them in the middle of the concourse. I was worrying as we walked away that they might not get to our plane. It took ages to get through the long queues for security. But there was a little sushi bar by the departure lounges and the vegetarian sushi was vegan, so we had some of that.

The plane was an Airbus A330-300 with 218 passengers and 14 crew – quite a few empty seats dotted about.

I watched Admission – with Tina Fey, Paul Rudd – mainly because I saw that it had Lily Tomlin in. Fey is a Princetown University admissions officer who believes that a bright young man is the son that she gave up for adoption. She tries to get him admitted to Princetown. Matthew watched Hitchcock – with Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren – about the making of Psycho. Then he watched an episode of Downton Abbey – yuk – dreadful Tory propaganda … he did keep chuckling all the way through, though. I’ve no idea why. After we’d landed he said that he was laughing at the language use, which reminded him of my speech! Grrr …

In early to London Heathrow, landing just before 7 am and time to wish my sister, Lisa, the best of luck today with her ‘Monopoly Run’ – a fundraising run through all the streets and placed on the London edition of the Monopoly board. It’ll be a hot one!

Summary – day 16 – Washington DC – Mount Vernon (Friday 05 July)

Mileage: 31.26

Cumulative distance: 948.78 miles

We didn’t pack our bicycles in bags last night because Matthew wanted to ride to George Washington’s farm at Mount Vernon today, it’s about 15 miles east of Washington DC. He’d also found a vegan bakery, about a mile-and-a-half from our hotel: Sticky Fingers in Columbia Heights … so we rode over there for breakfast. Wonderful to have so much choice. And it was delicious, really making the point that vegan food isn’t boring or in any way sub-standard. It’d be nice if it was available more widely!

We headed to Mount Vernon – first taking our bicycles on to the metro to Huntingdon, then joining a beautiful and well-used bicycle path alongside the Potomac River for about ten miles to George Washington’s estate.

Mount Vernon is made up of several gardens and outbuildings as well as the main house. A landing stage, the Washington’s tomb and a slaves’ cemetery. It was boiling hot – it felt like our hottest day so far and I have to say that I found the whole place a little underwhelming and somewhat dispiriting. At the entrance there was a gallery of photographs of some rather unsavoury visitors: Churchill, De Gaulle, Hussein of Jordan, the Reagans, various Bushes, lots of hideous royals including the Queen, Margaret, Charles, Queen Mother, Akihito of Japan, etc. (too ironic that they visited the house of a founder of a republic). Then I thought that the whole place had very odd air about it – strangely uninformative, uncritical and upbeat. It was disturbing to find that it was overwhelmingly being visited by white, overweight people. In the museum there was only one black person in the room – and he was the security guard. The place seriously needs to implement a diversity strategy! The shop had a very scary children’s book homage to ‘the remarkable’ Ronald Reagan! I tried to hide them behind some other books.

We cycled all the way back to Washington and that perked me up considerably – the path ran up the Potomac, often in the shade of trees, so it was pleasant and cool. There were some incredible smells: pine and cedar and maple syrup with mingled with the smells from the sea – all intoxicating. I’d no idea that the Potomac was do big – its tidal section and estuary are huge. Occasionally the path crossed little creeks or inlets on wooden cycleways, wide and close to the water, surrounding some were tall bulrushes and other water plants. As we neared Washington DC the route passed through a pretty old town – Alexandria, with some old shops and brick-paved roads – quite touristy, but not in an unpleasant way.

Then on past the regional airport – the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport as it’s known. I do quite like airports and here there was some excellent vantage points from the cycleway to watch planes taking off and landing … in fact I spent as much time as I thought I could get away with there. However, I do wonder who came up with the absolutely stupid idea of naming the airport after Reagan. I also struggle to understand how enough people to make it happen could possibly have agreed? The man was a monster – his callous indifferent failure to do anything meaningful for people with HIV and Aids should be sufficient to condemn him forever – and that’s before mentioning all the illegal covert operations.

Back in Washington we stopped again at the Lincoln Memorial and people-watched for a while.

We got back to the hotel, showered and changed and then it was time to hit the shops. Matthew wanted to go to a trendy neighbourhood called Georgetown – something to do with barrels and crates, (not that we need either of those items). The area was busy – and we came across a section of the Chesapeake and Ohio canal, there was a cycle path from Cumberland that would have followed that – but it wasn’t going to be suitable for cycling on. We called on at a lovely market: Dean and Deluca – we bought some nice treats there.

We took some pictures at the canal had a Chinese meal and back to the hotel to spend the rest of the evening dismantling out bicycles and packing them away for the flight home :(

Summary – day 15 – Columbia to Washington DC (Thursday 04 July)

Estimated mileage: 29 miles, actual: 32.67 miles

Avg. speed: 13.5 mph

Cumulative distance: 917.16 miles

It’s US Independence Day! We’re not sure how they’ll feel about two British guys arriving into Washington, D.C. today! Hopefully we’ll be fine, providing we don’t appear to be playing with any matches!

When we got up Mike (McL) had yesterday’s Tour de France stage replay on tv – so we watched that over breakfast. Then the broadcast carried on to today’s stage … it was going to be very hard to turn my back on that – but a short ride to Washington awaited and maybe a trip to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum on the Mall!

We left at 10:00 for a very gentle ride to DC. We went past the restaurant that we’d eaten at last night in Clarkesville and a just afterwards had puncture # 6 (Mike front – a small shard of glass went through the tyre). Once the puncture was repaired and we were in our way again we took Route 108 to Highland, then Brown’s Bridge Road. It was really quite semi-rural with lots of big detached housed surrounded by massive clipped lawns and lovely gardens – almost everywhere we could hear buzzing noises and there were people using sit-on lawns mowers and strimmers! We descended to a bridge over the Rocky Gorge reservoir, then on Ednor Road, Layhill Road – past Northwest Park Golf Course and over the I-370 into the start of the built-up area at Glenmont. Now lots of stops and starts at junctions along Georgia Avenue, through Wheaton, Forest Glen and under the Beltway (ring road) through Silver Spring. The houses were becoming grander and interspersed with lots of churches, a beautiful National Synagogue, parks and some minor embassies as we rode closer to Downtown.

Still two miles out and Matthew spotted the very top of the Washington Monument in the distance – the obelisk is the tallest freestanding stone structure in the world. As we approached we could see more and more of it.

It was with a real real sense of mounting excitement that we approached Washington – partly because it’s so famous, we’ve never been before, it’s almost endlessly iconic and of course it represents the final stopping point on our journey.

The road we were on – 16th Street – passed Rock Creek Park, which ended at Lafayette Park – and suddenly we could see the White House right there in front if us! Just Amazing.

Matthew was given a free tub of ice cream for Independence Day!

We saw some of the parade balloons and floats and marching bands. Then we went to the Lincoln Memorial for more pictures and back to the hotel.

After we’d cleaned up we took the metro to Chinatown and walked to the Air and Space Museum :)

The first incredible thing that it’s possible to do at the Air and Space Museum is touch. a piece of Moon rock!. They also have the actual Apollo 11 command module, (the cone piece that brought the astronauts back to earth and that parachuted into the sea); a lunar module, (LM-2, which was a backup); the Wright flyer; The Spirit of St. Louis, (Charles Lindberg made the first solo flight across the Atlantic in 1927); a nose section from a Northwest Airlines Boeing 747, ( it’s possible to visit the flight deck); an Eastern Douglas DC-3; the plane Amelia Erehart flew solo across the Atlantic in, (the first woman pilot to do that). They had lots of first and second world war planes – including a beautiful late-design (mk-4) Spitfire. A Messerschmitt 109, a P-51 Mustang, and a Japanese Mitsubishi A6M Zero.

Mike (McL) brought our bicycle bags in to Washington for us so that we could cycle in. He left them at our hotel and then we met up again at a branch of Chop’d – a fast food place that specialises in salads. After dinner we walked back to the National Mall to watch the 4th July fireworks. They began at 9:10 and lasted for 20 minutes. Huge crowds were sitting on the grass of the National Mall and in the streets around. We found a fantastic spot near the base of the Washington Monument. The fireworks didn’t disappoint – they were launched from the reflecting pool, which was just in front of us – some even became gigantic letters in the sky when they exploded – a U, then an S then an A – the crowds went wild with delight when they saw that. Music accompanied the fireworks, too – with a USA theme. It was all free – worth coming to Washington on the 4th July alone for!

We walked back to our hotel, had a drink in the bar, then it was time to say thank you and goodbye to Mike (McL). He’s been a superb companion on the trip from Pittsburgh to Columbia – helping us to keep the pace high, keeping the conversation going, making excellent suggestions about the route and what to see. Then he was a wonderful host – showing us some of Baltimore and Colombia. I feel proud of him. It was sad to see him go and we’ll miss him. Thanks Mike! Already we’re starting to wonder if we’ll get to see him in San Diego next year as that’s where his work is taking him next!

Tomorrow is our last full day in Washington – for this trip. I fear that it might be dominated by Matthew and shopping!

Summary – day 14 – Frederick to Columbia (Wednesday 03 July)

Estimated mileage: 35 miles, actual: 38.14 miles

Avg. speed: 14.9 mph

Cumulative distance: 884.49 miles

A very short ride today. We weren’t realistically going to be able to get to Columbia before it went dark last night, so we could have something of a leisurely morning in Frederick before setting off. We woke up and there was torrential rain outside – another reason to take it easy this morning!

Over breakfast at the Hampton Inn, we were talking about the Tour de France – a Mark Cavendish sprint-finish win in Marseilles! On the next table Were Jeff and Ally from Richmond, Virginia. They had been cycling around Gettysburg – the site of the biggest battle in the US civil War in July 1863 – and perhaps the turning point in the war. We chatted about the Tour and our ride. Later, as we were leaving we met up with them again and took some photos – Jeff had a friend who he said would admire my Condor frame – so several pictures were taken of that! The bike’s the star!

We braved the downpour and made pretty good time along highway 144/Old National Pike. There were some undulating sections, but nothing at all taxing. The rain eased and it started to brighten up about through the journey at Mount Airy.

The houses and townships were all looking very prosperous now. Also, the roads were in good condition – smooth and well-maintained. Not far from Mike’s (McL) house we saw our first sign to Washington – 32 miles! We’re almost there!

We arrived at Mike’s at about 12:30 and just had time to change before Mike’s friend Chris arrived to get Mike to his car. Which was left at Chris’ house after Mike had flown to Pittsburgh with his bike. Mike is from San Francisco but said that he didn’t sound like he was from there – I’m not sure that I could exactly pinpoint a San Francisco accent, but Chris does have an extraordinary voice – I could hear South African, British and Irish when he spoke.

Chris was not far from Baltimore, so I took a risk and made a pitch for a visit to the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Museum – Sean and Lynda back just outside Valparaiso had recommended it. Mike had never been, so we ignored Matthew’s slightly downcast air and off we went.

It was baking hot in Baltimore when we arrived at the B&O Railroad Museum. The main complex is a huge round engine turning house – faced in red brick and with an enormous slate roof. It was 2:45 when we arrived and they closed at 4:00 – so it was going to be something of a flying visit.

Baltimore was where the very first passenger railway track was laid in the US in 1830 – the start of the track was in the turning house. The B&O Railroad Museum has a huge collection of nineteenth and twentieth century engines – they’re really impressive … so much bigger and more powerful than what we saw in Europe. There were some lovely model trains, too. I wish that we’d had longer – but it’s often the case on these sorts of trips. Just before they closed I was speaking with one of the volunteers and he told me about the collapse of half the roundhouse roof after a heavy snowstorm in 2003 – the pictures were incredible and it’s a miracle that what was underneath survived. The restoration was beautiful though.

After the B&O Railroad Museum there was time to wander along Baltimore’s waterfront – some nice-looking ships, a huge Barnes & Noble bookstore where I bought Mike a present: a Calvin and Hobbes anthology. I was surprised that he didn’t know about Bill Watterson’s comic strip that follows the adventures of Calvin, a six year old boy, and his rather sardonic stuffed toy tiger Hobbes who Calvin imagines is alive.

We’d not eaten, so Mike took us to a vegan restaurant near his house: Great Sage – was fantastic. After we’d eaten a woman on next table started talking to us. She’d heard speaking to each other and knew that we were English. She’d been to Manchester to visit her sister’s family and had liked it, but she hadn’t liked Wolverhampton! We thought that it made a bit of a change for an American to have been somewhere other than London or Stonehenge! So after a good dinner – home to bed. Another very happy day!

Summary – day 13 – Cumberland to Frederick (Tuesday 02 July)

Estimated mileage: 89 miles, actual: 91.93 miles

Avg. speed: 14.1 mph

Cumulative distance: 846.35 miles

Last night, while we were all in bed asleep, there was a terrific crash at about 12:15 am. Next door in Mike’s (McL) room a framed picture fell off the wall and smashed on the floor! There was glass everywhere. The hotel staff were fine about it – and laughed when we said that we’d had a wild party! They told us that it was probably one of their resident ghosts – funny they hadn’t told us about them last night!

The main task when we got up this morning was to get all the dirt and dust from the cycle trail cleaned off our bicycles and ready for the day ahead. Matthew and Mike (McL) had determined that our destination should be Frederick as our destination – about 89 miles away. Between Cumberland and Frederick there were the absolutely ginormous hills, though – we’d have to take those carefully.

The Cumberland Hotel and Spa offered various treatments and one of staff told Mike (McL) that he smelled dehydrated! Whatever that means! He’s been chugging back water ever since! We had to go for breakfast and Mark’s café in the centre of town was recommended. It was really good – they had soya milk and made my oats with it. I was asked if I wanted ‘craisons’ – I assumed this would be a mix of cranberries and raisins, but they turned out to be sweetened dried cranberries.

While we were having breakfast Mike (McL) went to a bike shop to top up the air in his tyre. While he was there he talked to the staff about our route and was advised that it was probably the best way to go given that we’re riding bicycle with narrow tyres.

Meanwhile we took advantage of the free Wifi in Mark’s Café to FaceTime Mam and Janet – it was nice to be in touch with family back home and show them where we were.

We set off out of Cumberland and the road undulated before a series of slow, hard climbs then fast swooping descents: Rocky Gap and then down to Flintstone (accompanied by Matthew ‘singing’). Then up Green Ridge, a quick descent and on to the monster of the day: Town Hill – we took some pictures from the Town Hill Overlook, (while we recovered!). Then down and up Sidelong Hill for a descent into Hancock where we paused for lunch. We met two other cyclists who were riding from Pittsburgh to Washington DC . One told us about a 20 mile trail that we might have used! There was about 5 miles left she thought. We were surprisingly sanguine about this news – there was nothing we could do now, but we thought that we might make use of the trail as it would take us off the road for a while.

We bought provisions in a petrol station Sheetz – this is third one that we’ve used on this trip (see Matthew’s post about this). They have free wifi and it’s usually possible to find some stuff that I can eat. We took our food to a local park and picnic spot (adjacent to the elusive bicycle trail).

There were some young men hanging out at the park – mostly complaining about being bored. “This town is sheet. There’s nevva nuthin’ to do” that sort of thing. They were impressed with our journey though and had the good grace to acknowledge that the cycle trails had brought life and a certain amount if prosperity to the town; they also thought that tourists had the effect of driving up prices.

We went up onto the trail, which ran for more like ten miles rather than 5. We had our first proper look at the Potomac River, which runs through Washington DC – exciting. I fantasised about finding a little rowing boat and sitting in it until we carried into Washington DC (“Or the mid-Atlantic!”, Matthew retorted!). In any case, of course, that would be cheating.

The trail went to Big Pool and rejoined the road to go past Fort Frederick State Park. Then on to something of a roller-coaster road in to Williamsport where we called at the Desert Rose Café for a break and drinks – they had a copy of Canal Quarterly! That made Matthew very happy! The staff there said that half of their summer trade was people on bicycles. They also said that Mike (McL) looked like he was too tired to go on!

The countryside was really beautiful now – we rode alongside Antietam Creek over little hump-back bridges and past ponds near the Devil’s Backbone Park.

A series of historic quintessentially American civil war era towns – all with lots of buildings and houses decorated for 4th July. Boonsboro, Middletown, Braddock Heights and final (we hope) very hilly up and down to Frederick.

Mike (McL) had been to Frederick before and said it was an attractive place, (the outskirts were not – acres of very wide roads, stop-start junctions, food outlets, malls etc.), but we decided to take a look at the downtown area before searching for a hotel. It was really nice – lots of old stone and wood buildings – some quite grand. There was a real lively buzz about the place. As we cycled through the main street- Market Street, we were cheered by some lads on the pavement/sidewalk. One of then shouted: “Lance Armstrong!” Funny! We wondered which of us had been taking the most stimulants throughout the day – and decided it was Mike (McL), he’d virtually survived on energy gels!

Garmin came into his own in Frederick – I called up a list of hotels and there was a Hampton Hotel less than 2 miles away. Garmin took us there and they had a room with two queen-size beds that we could all three share.

While I was waiting for my turn in the shower, my sister Lisa called on FaceTime – it was 1 am back in the UK – she was a but the worse for wear, having fun with her friend and when she caught sight of Mike (McL) thought that he looked like Action Man – hilarious!, But he said that he was happy to take that! Lisa is planning a ‘Monopoly run’ at the weekend with some of her club mates: the aim is to run through London and go to every point on the London-themed Monopoly board. She’s doing it to raise money for cancer charities and I asked her how it was going – she has over £1,000 already. Amazing. Good on you, sis!

Near the hotel there was a Weis supermarket and we went there to pick up food for dinner. On the way back we heard a thud on the road by the junction – a car had hit another – they drove into the car park looking cross and the little red sports car looked pretty badly mangled. Prompting a conversation about how the US might reduce its dependence on the car!

Back in our room and time to catch up on the Archers podcasts – listening made difficult with Mike (McL) making comments and/or asking questions about characters and plots every minute and with Matthew too obligingly providing long convoluted explanations about who everyone was, their relationship to each other and what had happened to them – this is the longest-running radio soap opera in history … and it was going to be a long night!

Summary – day 12 – Ohiopyle to Cumberland (Monday 01 July)

Estimated mileage: 75 miles, actual: 82.26 miles

Avg. speed: 15.1 mph

Cumulative distance: 754.42 miles

An early, but exciting start to the day. When we planned the trip, we knew that we’d have an opportunity to see some iconic buildings in Chicago and Washington. During the detailed route planning stage, we realised that our journey would take us close to Fallingwater, a country retreat designed by Frank Lloyd Wright in 1935. It’s perhaps the most famous piece of twentieth century domestic architecture in the wold. To be honest, although we both knew about the house and had seen pictures of it, neither of us had any idea about where is was. So for it to be so close to our route meant that we had to make a little detour to have a proper look.

Fallingwater was designed as a weekend house for the family of Edgar J Kaufmann, a Pittsburgh department store owner. The family owned the land and liked to be near the waterfall on Bear Creek. They wanted their house to be near the waterfall, but were surprised that Wright designed the house to ride above the falls rather than face it. The Kaufmann’s took to the design with very few changes.

Fallingwater exemplifies Wright’s concept of architecture that is in-keeping with the landscape more than any of his other buildings. The house had alternating sandstone walls, glazed bands and offset horizontal cantilevered concrete ‘trays’. The concrete trays are a pale orange colour – that are designed to blend in with colour that the rhododendron bushes turn in the autumn. The whole building therefore sits snugly into the landscape with the horizontal local stone helping to blend and connect the house to its surroundings.

In 1963 the house, its contents and grounds were given to the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy by the son – l knew that he’d never married, one of the guides referred to a gender-neutral “life-partner”, which was unhelpful but intriguing. I looked Edgar jnr. up afterwards – and of course he was gay – but it’s not mentioned or referred to at Fallingwater. Edgar jnr. was responsible for persuading his parents to choose Wright as the architect, (their budget was $50,000 and they paid $150,000 for the house in the end!). Edgar jnr. supervised the build when Wright was away, which was most of the time apparently. Edgar jnr. donated the house to the public. Edgar jnr. Is intimately connected to the house and after he died his ashes were scattered at Fallingwater. But we’re apparently not allowed to know that there was a talented, generous, innovative, hard-working gay man behind Fallingwater – it’s all about Wright and Kaufmann snr. This makes me cross – there were lots of references to the parent’s marriage and what they did, so it’s clearly a deliberate policy.

In true Symonds style we were up at 6 am – extremely early – so as to be in time for our 8:00 am tour, which was only just over 3.5 miles away! We’d been warned that the climb was very steep and the receptionist at the motel advised us against cycling it – pah! We Are European Cyclists. The Alps and the Pyrenees are our playground … and the Mendips and the (very flat) Somerset Levels! But we are not going to be easily deterred here in the Appalachians. We did make one concession to the climb – we left most of our stuff at the motel after we’d checked out and only took one bag with a change of clothes for looking around the house. In deference to my age, (I think) Matthew carried the one bag to Fallingwater and Mike (McL) carried it back.

It was absolutely tipping down with rain when we left our motel and there was a very steep climb from Ohiopyle to Fallingwater so we arrived hot and wet. We changed and had a coffee before the tour began.

Our guide was Caitlin. She was really knowledgeable and we went through the whole house visiting every room – even those now used as offices for the current staff. We were allowed to wander about – so long as we didn’t touch anything – and as we were there so early, it was good to get pictures without the crowds. Our tour was meant to last two hours, but by the time we’d been around the house and looked at the grounds and had some lunch, it was gone 12 noon when we left!

Back to Ohiopyle and onto the trail. The rain had stopped but the trail surface was fairly poor. It deteriorated through the day. To be honest, although the scenery has been beautiful, the trail shouldn’t be regarded as a cycleway in my opinion – it’s certainly not suitable for narrow-tyred road bikes. Cue lots if ranting about the acres of tarmacked roads and the crap uneven bicycle trails that would cost a fraction of the roads to make good.

The bulk of the ride was a fairly steady – a gentle climb followed by a very steep descent into Cumberland.

We took the ride fairly easy through Confluence, Harnedsville, Fort Hill, Markleton, Rockwood, Garrett and into Meyersdale at about 4:00, where we stopped for something to eat. We saw some super-long trains – that was exciting. Over Meadow Mountain and through Sand Patch and Deal. Then over the highest point on the trail, which is 2,392 feet and start 25 miles of descent. Through Big Savage Tunnel, which is 3,294′ long. An epic piece of construction work. Riding through the tunnel was exciting – we were still high up and cloudy-mist was swirling around the entrance. The tunnel was dimly-lit and once inside it was quickly impossible to see forward to the exit or back to the entrance. We rode through whooping and making steam-engine whistle noises!

A sharp stone cut into tyre into Mike’s tyre and he punctured. The wall of the tyre was cut through and when the inner tube was repaired and re-inflated it bulged through the hole – that was never going to work in the medium term, but I hoped it would take us 20 miles to Cumberland.

We crossed the state border out of Pennsylvania and into Maryland at the Mason-Dixon Line, which was marked with a metal strip across the trail. North of the line, slavery wasn’t allowed, apparently.

Through the Bordern Tunnel, which is 957′ long and on to Frostburg, Mount Savage, Barrelville and Brush Tunnel, (914′ long). 11 miles to go Mike (McL) flatted again – we didn’t even bother to try and repair it. We decided to change the tyre and the tube – that way we had a good chance to get in without it puncturing again. Mike (McL) was a little surprised that we carried a spare tyre! Alongside the Maryland Scenic Railway line we passed deer and groups of runners. A very fast descent took us through Corriganville and into Cumberland.

At the Cumberland Lodge and Spa we found that we apparently had no reservation – Matthew had emails to prove that we did! It wasn’t a problem in the end, though, as they had room and were very kind and made us comfortable.

We also discovered that Matthew had miscalculated the route and that we weren’t going to be able to get to Mike’s (McL) house tomorrow. I left Matthew and Mike to sort out tomorrows destination and headed off to bed!

Summary – day 11 – Pittsburgh to Ohiopyle (Sunday 30 June)

Estimated mileage: 77 miles, actual: 80.25 miles

Avg. speed: 15.9 mph

Cumulative distance: 672.16 miles

Patrick has one wall in his living room that he paints with blackboard paint and his Warm Showers guests write on it. When it’s full, he cleans and repaints the wall. We left some messages of thanks and took some pictures. Then it was time to say our goodbyes. Patrick has been absolutely superb – he’s been immensely kind and patient with us, even though he’s been very busy himself.

Mike (McL) had to take some stuff to Sam’s in Shadyside near Carnegie Mellon University, so he went off at 8:00 and we agreed to meet him at the Hot Metal Bridge, about 3.5 miles out of the city, at 9:30.

Before we set off we had time to clean our bikes and I discovered puncture #5 – Mike (McB) rear (again, this is becoming tiresome and I’m tempted to replace the tyre. I went with a new tube as it was faster than a repair – the tube already had two patches). We set off and it was a lovely, warm and quiet morning. We wanted to begin this leg of our journey at the official start of the route of the Three Rivers Heritage Trail, by the fountain in Point State Park. We wanted someone to take our picture and we asked a guy with an good-looking camera and who looked like he knew how to take good pictures to do it. He was called Duane and we chatted while he photographed us. He told us about hiking down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon – something I’d love to do! We rode off to meet up with Mike (McL), we were going to be a few minutes – but we rather banking on him being a bit late too!

Staying on the route was really straightforward, there was good signposting. There were loads of people out on bikes – all ages, sizes, abilities – it was brilliant.

Michael had arrived just a few minutes before us when we got to the Hot Metal Bridge. Mike was talking to guy – also called Mike – with a new mountain bike, (he offered me a go on it when I said how much I liked the look of it, which was a really friendly thing to do). He was waiting for a friend before setting off for Frick Park, which has mountain bike trails. He admired our titanium frames – he was a metal worker! We asked him to a picture of all if us and we set off.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. The trail turned from Tarmac to fine grit after about 20 miles, but it was quite well-compacted and easy to ride on, as Patrick has said it would be.

We travelled east and upstream mostly with the River Monongahela on our left. The trail took us through Homestead, Duquesne to McKeesport where the Youghiogheny River joins the Monongahela River. We crossed the Monongahela and started to follow the Youghiogheny River Trail. At the start of the trail we saw our first sign to Washington DC – 314 miles!

In Boston we stopped for coffee and juice, (plus French toast and maple syrup for Matthew and Mike (McL).

Then Greenock, West Newton, Whitsett, a campground called Roundbottom, which I thought was amusing. We’d intended to stop at Dawson for lunch, but it was on the north bank and we missed the turning – if there was one – there may not have been a bridge, so we carried on to Adelaide where we stopped for lunch at Milepost 92 Café, which was part of a campsite – there was a little pool (with rather large people in it) and rather fetching plastic frogs and flamingos all around! We were only about 20 miles from Ohiopyle by now.

After lunch on to Connersville, where there were some lovely community gardens segregating the cycle lane from the road. We called in at bike shop that we passed to buy some spare inner tubes. I saw some chamois cream called Chamois Butt’r and as Mike (McL) had been complaining I bought some little sachets for everyone!

After Connersville the road climbed gently but persistently to Ohiopyle. Just before entering the town we crossed a narrow iron bridge over river and high up in trees – it reminded me of the tree walk in Kew Gardens. We stopped to take some pictures – a man who we’d overtaken earlier, his name was Larry, came past and we asked him to take our pictures. He also directed us straight to our hotel – brilliant.

At Ohiopyle station Matthew fell off his bike – he wasn’t even moving, but couldn’t get his foot out of his cleats quickly enough – we were laughing at him and everyone around looked a bit more shocked and concerned! He was fine – just one or two some cuts and bruises, his pride was the main thing that was hurt!

Ohiopyle is a very small town, with only 74 residents according to the town sign – but it was very busy with tourists. There were lots of people milling about with bikes and some people were playing in the river – Matthew wanted to go for a swim and decided that after his fall he definitely wanted an ice cream.

The motel in Ohiopyle didn’t serve breakfast (probably not enough people to staff it) and there were odd injunctions in the room booklet against using too much toilet paper or stealing towels! We showered and then headed to the grocery store – bit hopeless but we managed to get some fruit and cereal for breakfast. At another store around the corner from the first Mike (McB) found a store selling soya milk – result!

Matthew and Mike (McL) had the ice creams that they’d been promising themselves since Adelaide (probably earlier in Matthews case), we went for a paddle, (it was too cold to swim in Matthew had decided) so we sat at the river’s edge and dipped our feet in the river.

Dinner – basic, but really nice after the best day’s ride so far. A Magic Day.

This from Virgin Atlantic …

Dear Dr Mcbeth

Thank you for your email, from which I am sorry to learn that your helmet was damaged.

We take our baggage handling seriously and do everything we can to make sure your belongings arrive on time and in the same condition as you gave them to us. The occasional accident does happen, although I’m glad to say it’s very rare. I’m sorry that you encountered problems this time around.

As part of our claims procedure, we do expect any damage to luggage to be reported at the arriving airport where a ‘damage report’ is generated. I’m afraid as you didn’t notify our airport staff at the time, and haven’t completed a damage report, we’re unable to accept this particular claim.

I’d like to clarify that if passengers take delivery of their bags and leave the airport without reporting mishandling, it is deemed that the bag and contents were in good condition at that time. This is detailed in article 16.1 our Conditions of Carriage (which are available on our website), and is supported by the Montreal Convention (1999). Our Conditions of Carriage state:

16.1 Notice of claims
Acceptance of baggage by the bearer of the baggage check without complaint and without completion of a property irregularity report at the time of delivery, is prima facie evidence that the baggage has been delivered in good condition and in accordance with our contract of carriage.

Our online claims form is for those passengers who have completed the Damage Report at the airport or who, in the case of lost luggage, are pursuing a claim for this.

If you took out private travel insurance, I would recommend that your claim be referred to your insurers for their consideration as their liability may extend further than that of the airline.

I do hope that despite this issue, you are having a wonderful time in Chicago Mr Mcbeth, and that your return flight is more enjoyable. I’m confident that future flights with Virgin Atlantic will be relaxing and trouble free in every respect.

Yours sincerely

Becky Byers
Baggage Services Advisor
Virgin Atlantic Airways Ltd
PO Box 747
Dunstable
UK
LU6 9AH

And then there were three …

We were joined yesterday by our friend Michael, Mike (McL) as I’ve taken to referring to him. Mike is the eldest son of our friends Aileen and Martin in Bristol.

I’ve known Mike and his brother Ruari since before they were born. Mike is 27 now. He regards me as something of an uncle, apparently. Which is kind of how I feel, I suppose.

Mike had been working on secondment in the USA for two years and coincidentally was starting his posting when we we were last cycling in the US. He happened to be in Los Angeles at the same time that were passing through, so we met up then, too.

This time Mike wanted to ride with us, so he flew from Baltimore to Pittsburgh with his bicycle. We sent our bicycle bags from Chicago to Mike’s in Columbia and we’ll be staying at his house the night before we go to Washington.

Summary – day 10 – Pittsburgh (Saturday 29 June)

Cumulative distance: 591.91

No cycling for us today – but today is a special day for cycling – it’s the first day of the Tour de France! It seems a little odd to be so far away from it. This year is the 100th edition of the Tour and it’s starting in Corsica – a bit of a controversial decision, as there are quite a few people in Corsica who don’t particularly regard themselves as part of France at all! We’ll be following the Tour from afar this week and then going to see the finish in Paris on our return.

We were planning in spending a very leisurely day exploring Pittsburgh. My knees were still a bit sore after all the climbing we’d done yesterday. So no riding whatsoever.

I needed to get some soya milk and some other breakfast things, so I wandered down the hill into the city to find a grocery store. Walking down afforded a wonderful view of the city skyline and brought home how much climbing we’d done at the end of our journey to get to Patrick’s house – it’s in a district called Fineview – there was a clue right there! I went through Deutchtown – an attractive nineteenth century area.

Back to the house for breakfast. Patrick had started some repair work on his shower, (so curiously no warm shower for us today!). Mike (McL) had ordered a new new cycle rack, but had discovered that it didn’t fit on his bike, so that needed to be sorted out, (I’ve a terrible reputation for being last-minute, but I think that even I would have wanted to establish that rack and bike were compatible sooner than the day before a trip!) Patrick took Mike (McL) to a bike shop over on the South Side of city – miles away. While they were out they also collected some donated bikes for charity – something Patrick often does on a Saturday. Patrick is a brilliant bicycling advocate (and he works for the city’s transport department – superb!) He’s also an exceptional Warm Showers host – I don’t expect that ferrying strangers from England across the city is what people expect when they sign up, but this is entirely typical in our experience – cyclists are nice people by and large and I’m really happy to count ourselves part of the cycling community.

While Mike and Patrick were preoccupied with plumbing and bicycle racks and donated bikes, Matthew and I went into the city to visit the Carnegie Science Center exhibition on the Science of the Bicycle – much more to my taste, (although I do a good line in plumbing DIY).

The Science of the Bicycle. exhibition was lots of fun and it was really interesting to look at so many vintage US bikes. My favourites were the 1950s and 1960s, children’s machines that were brightly-painted, had fake petrol tanks on the top tube and must have been a struggle to ride very far, light-weight they were not!

The display boards were really informative and revealed how as bikes became less popular in the ’50s and ’60s because car use increased, bicycle manufacturers concentrated more on children’s models – that mimicked some of the styling from cars and tied in with popular personalities of tv programmes. There was a ‘Champion the Wonderhorse’ bicycle, a Pewee Herman bicycle that looked like a scooter, and even an Elvis Presley bike!

There were some lovely bicycle posters on display, too.

Having paid our entry fee, we could visit any other part of the Center with our ticket so we also manged to go on board the Requin – a US submarine built in 1945 and launched just before the end of WWII.

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It’s preserved as a museum and it’s fascinating – I couldn’t help feeling that it must have been a terrible life in such cramped conditions. There were recollections from crew members though who said that it was a good place to be, with a strong sense of community. I didn’t realise that submarines spend hardly any time submerged – mostly they sail on the surface with the crew able to be out on the decks. The kitchen was improbably big and well-equipped. The display boards made it clear that one of the ways that sailors were enticed into serving on submarines was the prospect of better food!

There were some stunning views from the Carnegie Science Center and the Requin over to the city and Point State Park on a peninsular, at the confluence of the Allegheny River and the Monongahela River, (which become the Ohio River at the peninsula) and down to the West End bridge that we’d crossed on our way in to the city last night.

Matthew wanted to visit the park, so we walked up past the Heinz field – home of the Pittsburgh Steelers American football team and up towards PNC Park, where the Pittsburgh Pirates, (aka the ‘Buccaneers’) baseball team are based. We passed a beautiful Vietnam War memorial and over Fort Duq Bridge to Peninsular Park. The park was laid in the 1970s and it was a deliberate attempt to change the image of the city from a declining industrial city to a more diverse and vibrant place.

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We wandered through the park and watched the enormous high fountain for a while – getting soaked when the wind blew the jet over and gallons of the water landed on us! We headed towards downtown and visited the Fort Pitt block house, which was built in 1764. We saw an amazing sand sculpture still being prepared – we thought for the 4th July as it seemed to show the westward expansion of the USA.

Up through downtown, the skyscrapers are very concentrated in a small area – Pittsburgh was used as Gotham City in the filming of the recent Batman films/movies and we could see why.

We read about a major flood in Pittsburgh in March 1936 – a plaque on the wall showed the water level up to 46 feet – that’s over 14 metres! Heinz Hall was rather splendid, too – Heinz  has been a part of Pittsburgh since 1890 and the company’s world headquarters are here. The famous ‘keystone’ logo is based on that of Pennsylvania, which is known as the ‘keystone state’. We’d passed Heinz Field stadium earlier on the North Shore near the Carnegie Science Centre.

We took a bus back to Patrick’s house and waited for him and Mike (McL) to come in. I’d suggested to Patrick that we could take him out to dinner and he’d suggested a Thai restaurant that was in an old house. We drove there in Patrick’s car. The restaurant was perfect, we sat in the garden among plants and flowers and with fountains playing. The food was really nice – it’s so good to be able to have a hearty vegan meal every now and again! While we were there, we were visited by dozens of brightly glowing fireflies. We talked about Patrick’s work and family and his adopted city. After dinner Patrick wanted to drive us to up to Mount Washington a high point overlooking the city. It was fantastic. The baseball game had finished and there was a spectacular fireworks display. The view was terrific and it was really kind of him to show it to us. Back home – tired, after a good rest day.

Summary – day 08 – Columbus to Newcomerstown (Thursday 27 June)

Estimated mileage: 95 miles, actual: 97.69

Avg. speed: 15.0 mph

Cumulative distance: 483.41 miles

It was raining fairly heavily when we woke at 5 this morning, so our plans to leave early were quickly amended. The rain prevented Melissa from having her morning run, but at least it gave me the chance to ask her about her studies in England. Brook couldn’t remember where it had been. However, Melissa told me that she had gone to Leeds! She mostly attended philosophy lectures there, but didn’t remember a great deal about the city. We put that down to over-consumption of cider!

When I’d been showering in the bathroom last night I noticed that water was constantly running out of the toilet cistern and into the toilet bowl. I’m sorry – I’m just the kind of man who notices this sort of thing! I’d been fretting about the waste of water all night – I knew that it was probably an easy thing to fix, but even I wasn’t about to start doing DIY in someone else’s house! I asked Brook how they paid for their water and she told me that water bills were included in their rent. I said that I’d noticed the water running out of the cistern and she’d noticed it too, but thought it only happened immediately after flushing. I said that it was constant because the cistern was overfilling and that it should be possible to fix the by turning the screw on the opposite side of the float to lower it further into the cistern and shut the water flow off sooner. She immediately went to find a screwdriver and was off to fix it! When she’d fixed it, she was delighted. She said that if I achieved nothing else on my trip across America, I should be happy that I stopped an overflowing cistern! I think that my dad would have been quite proud of me!

We had to rearrange our plans for today. Our intended Warm Showers host had emailed us to say that unfortunately they were not able to host us tonight after all. We were looking forward go it – a cabin by a lake! But they had warned us that the people staying there might want to stay on and so it had turned out. It wasn’t a problem and we booked in at the Hampton Hotel in Newcomerstown.

By the time we left it was 10, but the rain had eased and we experienced intermittent showers for most of the morning.

Getting out of Columbus was straightforward – out along Indianola Ave then Morse Road (!). We found the Alum Creek trail and headed north-east towards Westerville and the Hoover Dam, (another one). This was a very different track from the ones we’ve been on so far – it was narrower and curving as it followed a river valley. The sides were very heavily wooded with grasses and ferns around the base of the trees. It was cool and damp and felt quite European.

We’d travelled about 10 miles and had been chatting amiably when Matthew said that he had some exciting news. “What’s that?” I asked. “I’ve managed to trace some bicycle-shaped cookie cutters, they’re in the USA and I’m going to order them and have them sent over to Michael’s.” I said that wasn’t really what I was expecting when he told me that there was some exciting news! Poor Michael, he’s becoming something of a convenient poste restante and forwarding service for us all – I’ve already arranged to have some bicycle transfers sent to him. Our bags are going to him and now some bicycle-shaped cookie cutters!

Ten miles further on and we were talking about out rest day in Pittsburg on Saturday. Matthew said “I found out something exciting about Pittsburg.” My heart sank – not more bloody cookie cutters! “No”, Matthew said, “There’s an exhibition at the Carnegie Science Museum in Pittsburg and it’s called the … Science … Of … The … Bicycle”.
Now that IS exciting!

By this time we’d gotten to the Hoover Dam, it was really spectacular with water gushing out of the bottom. There were several cyclists about and people running too. Seeing the runners reminded me of email that I received yesterday from Berlin marathon organisers telling me that there’s three months to go. I looked at it and thought to myself “What on earth am I doing cycling through the mid-west when I should be in training for a good marathon time?”

The area beyond the Hoover Dam was beautiful – forested rolling hills. We cycled past an enormous deer that didn’t disappear into the trees until we were really close.

We took Central College Road through New Albany; many of the roads seemed new or to have been resurfaced and they were very smooth – perfect for cycling on. It was drizzling on and off by now – but that kept things cool and we didn’t mind it. There were lots of recent, (or not quite that recent but unsold) properties around with some odd-looking landscaping – a bit like a huge golf course with new houses all over it – lots of grassy knolls, ponds and impressively high fountains that perhaps wouldn’t have been so out of place in a city centre, but this was quite rural, so it all seemed rather incongruous). Along the verges there were masses of orange hemerocallis daylilies and tall dusky light blue cornflowers – beautiful.

We joined the TJ Evans bicycle trail at Alexandria. The trail is adjacent to the Racoon Valley Road, (there were no racoons that we could see), and on in to Granville, where we watched a bunch of men and women doing boot camp exercises (sorry no picture – they were big!). We changed to the Cherry Valley trail – over a lovely light iron bridge that crossed a steam – and on in to Newark, passing an amusing cycling sculpture.

Newark is a pretty town, we did a little circulation of the main square to try and find somewhere for lunch. The square is attractive, (but really spoiled by too much traffic). There’s an imposing 1876 Second Empire style courthouse faced in limestone and set in open gardens in the middle of the square. The courthouse has a clock tower that dominates the town, with a copper-coloured roof and statues of justice.

The square also has a lovely 1920s (Midland) theatre, recently renovated by the look of it. Outside the box office there’s a statue of Mark Twain on a bench. (There are bronze statues of ordinary people going about their business all around the town we noticed). Also in the square a Downtown Cycles – a new and welcome addition according to a father and son who were exiting the shop as we were outside admiring it. On the corner near the bicycle shop a lovely building: The Home Building Association Company – a little jewel box of a building. It’s early twentieth century, originally a bank, it has gray-green terra cotta slabs that are edged with border designs, the whole is heavily ornamented and these included a winged lion! The building looks empty and neglected now, which is such a shame.

It was almost impossible to see past all the cars and admire the nice buildings in the square without risking ones life and stepping into the road. The whole square would benefit most from preventing traffic using it as a through way, narrowing the road to single-lane and creating more calming, open-spaces would turn this into a really more attractive place to shop and eat and chat. I don’t suppose they will do this though – car is king and all that.

On our second turn around the square we picked out Simply Rising Café for lunch. I was really pleased with our choice. It’s been a bit if a challenge here in the mid-west to find non-meat, non-dairy/egg food. First of all Simply Rising Café stocked soya milk. Wonderful. Then they had an avocado, black bean and mango salad. Heaven! Matthew had a baked potato and saw a cinnamon roll in a glass case, so asked for one of those. We sat outside in the square and the cinnamon roll arrived first – it wasn’t one from the display, it was huge! And covered in frosting. I burst out laughing. Matthew said that he might leave half if it – he didn’t of course!

We talked with the proprietor and his wife – Edward and Seraphina. They were married recently and had only been running the café for about a year. Congratulations to them both! Edward said they has had lots of cyclists visiting, (I’m not surprised, we’re quite a discerning bunch, tend to be better off and Simply Rising Café was by far the most attractive place we’d seen to stop by at). He talked about setting up a bike rack outside the café – a very good idea and there was already a really nice-looking blue one a little further along the road, with a chainring shape attached to it. I suggested to Edward that maybe he could work with the bicycle shop proprietor to promote some Tour de France screenings in the café! (Only two days to go – now that is exciting!)

There are some ancient native American earthwork circles in Newark, one is the same size as the base if the Great Pyramid. We didn’t really have time to visit and storms were threatening, so we continued on – passing by an extraordinary-looking building that was made to look like a shopping basket! This we later found out is the headquarters of the The Longaberger Company, who happen to make baskets! (More on them and the building here: http://www.longaberger.com/homeOffice.aspx

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On through Hanover and into Frazeyburg. The Frazeyburg town sign indicated that a lock on the Ohio and Erie Canal had been in the town. I remembered reading on the information boards about the 1913 flood in Dayton that many lock gates on the canals were blown up to speed the flow of water away from the area. Many sections of canal were also washed away and I wondered if this area had been affected then. Just outside the town and by the road we passed a big stone channel that was overgrown and I thought that could have been part of the canal. While I telling Matthew about that, it started to rain! just a bit of spotting at first, but it rapidly went dark and quite soon we were inundated. A car drive past – too fast – and sent a massive wave of warm water over me. I was completely soaked through. I couldn’t help wondering if they’d done it on purpose – either that, or they just didn’t care.

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On top of the rain, puncture #3 Mike, rear. It seemed to be quite slow, so I just put some air in the tyre and topped it up until we arrived at our hotel. The rainstorm ended – it brightened and actually we dried up quite quickly.

There were no more cycle trails today, so we followed Garmin’s directions along quiet roads through Adams Mill, Conesville, Coshocton – some hills! Along the Tuscarawas River, through West Lafayette and into Newcomerstown and the Hampton Hotel.

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The Hampton Hotel wasn’t near a grocery store as we’d expected – just a BP petrol station, a McDonald’s and a Wendy’s. So no soya milk and nowhere that I would go to eat. But we’d just cycled almost 100 miles – we were hungry! In the room there was a local guidebook with an advertisement for a local pizza place that would deliver to the hotel. I ran and ordered a vegetable pizza – without any cheese. They could do that! Bought pizza dough is almost certainly not vegan, but it was the best we could do.

We ate our pizza and caught up with some podcasts of recent episodes of The Archers! Ah, the good life!

Summary – day 07 – Dayton to Columbus (Wednesday 26 June)

Estimated mileage: 87 miles actual: 85.98

Avg. speed: 15.0 mph

Cumulative distance: 385.72 miles

Our cycling kit was still a little damp this morning after we’d rinsed it out in the hotel bathtub last night, so our plan to take the advice of the people we’d spoken to in Roost and have breakfast out at Press Coffee Bar was scuppered. Instead we had to use the hair drier that was in our room to blow warm air over our jerseys so that they’d be wearable.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the hotel breakfast was the worst we’ve had – really mean and all I could eat were some oats with hot water, then a toasted bagel with some peanut butter. You can probably tell that we didn’t really warm to this particular hotel!

Dayton is known as the ‘birthplace of aviation’ and in an historic district to the west of the city centre and only about a mile from our hotel was the preserved bicycle workshop that had been the main business of Wilbur and Orville Wright when they developed a way to control aircraft – the principles of which are still in use today and which led to their being credited with the invention of sustainable powered flight in a heavier than air machine. The work that the Wright brothers did in designing, manufacturing and selling bicycles led them to believe that balancing and controlling something as unstable as an aeroplane was possible, since they knew that balancing and controlling a bicycle could also be learned.

I love bicycles and I really like aeroplanes, so I persuaded Matthew that we could make time for quick visit to the preserved Wright Cycle Company complex in S Williams Street – even if it was just for a picture outside, it would be worth it!

Our visit to the Wright Cycle Co., far exceeded my expectations. The shop and workshop are in a lovely area, not far from the Miami River. The nineteenth century buildings are made of brick and the roads are paved with bricks too, which ties everything in well. When we arrived outside the shop, I thought that it looked splendid. I was quite happy just to be there and to take some pictures outside. The building was closed, but I didn’t really mind as I hadn’t imagined that it would be possible to go inside. However, across a small plaza was a curved modern visitors’ centre. There was some information about guided tours, but we didn’t really have the time for that. I went in just to have a look around really. On the off-chance and on the basis that if you don’t ask you don’t get, I explained to the woman at the desk that were cycling through Dayton, leaving for Columbus soon, but I wondered if it might be possible to make a quick visit to the Wright’s bicycle workshop. She said ‘Sure.’ Just like that! I was delighted. She called a ranger who had the keys and he took us over and inside the workshop. It was beautiful – lots of exhibits and artifacts, including original Wright Cycle Co. bicycles for women and men. Information about the brothers, cycling, bicycle manufacturing and flying. The workshop was their third and was the one where they made the Wright Flyer.

We chatted to the ranger for a while and while we were there a group of seven women who were also visiting came in too; they also had lots of questions and we all started talking to each other. They were lovely – interested on our trip and I think that they had more questions about us, where we stayed, how we found people to stay with, how far we’d travelled, how our bikes got to America, how we found our way. It was fun talking with them and they were really sweet: they thought that Warm Showers was a wonderful concept and one woman said that if she’d known we were coming, we could have stayed with her!

We had some questions too – we talked about the bicycle trails and I told them about some of the animals we’d seen. I asked if they knew what the small bright yellow birds were: they’re finches; the animal that looks like a beaver is a groundhog. I’d seen a groundhog – amazing! One of my favourite films/movies is Groundhog Day and I’d met a relative of Punxsutawney Phil, without even realising it! The women agreed to take our pictures outside the Wright Cycle Co. store front and took our blog address. If you’re reading this – let us know who you are!

We headed back into Dayton centre and headed for cycle track 3 that would take us from the River Scape Metro Park along the Great Miami River and up alongside the Mad River tributary and then on for 20 miles south east to Xenia, where we would change to the Ohio to Erie trail, which would take us 40 miles and almost all the way to Columbus.

By the Engineers’ Club back in Dayton there was a life-size sculpture of the Wright Flyer in steel. Opposite, in the riverside park where our cycle route would begin we came across a memorial to the 360 victims of the Great Dayton Flood of 1913. The flood caused extensive damage to the city and Matthew read on the information boards that the amount of water passing through the river during the 3-day rainstorm equalled the flow over Niagara Falls each month. There was a beautiful waterfall memorial by the side of the river.

 

It would have been good to have spent a little longer exploring Dayton, but we’d already spent longer there than expected and we were expected at Brooke and Melissa’s house at around 7.

It was warm and the trail long the river was wonderful with a cool breeze. There were views across the water and we saw a beautiful heron standing in the shallows. At the Eastwood Metro Park just outside Dayton in Springfield, we changed to the Creekside Trail that would take us up to Xenia – a major cycle trail intersection.

As we cycled I said to Matthew that I’d read some quite disturbing things about Richmond, (the town we’d lunched in yesterday). In the 1920s during a national revival of the Ku Klux Klan, Indiana had the largest Klan organisation in the country and in Richmond up to 45 percent of white men were Klan members. Matthew said “I know, but I thought I’d better not tell you because I knew that it would upset you!” Hmmm … it’s a bit worrying that he keeps stuff from me. Also that he knows me better than I know myself. He probably thought that I’d refuse to ride through Richmond or be unwilling to eat there if I’d known this in advance. (Actually, that is probably just the kind of thing that I would do. My life is littered with those kind of futile gestures that end up inconveniencing me and achieving nothing very much!).

In Xenia we met a group of older guys out cycling – Bill and his friends were out cycling with Bill’s grandson Taylor. Bill gave us directions to the start of the trail to Columbia. He told us that there are over 330 miles of bicycle trails in the area and that he volunteers on the trails, giving directions and assistance. There are some amazing long-distance cycling events on the trails that Bill told us about and it’d be really good to find out more about them. We gave Taylor our blog address – so hopefully we’ll all be able to stay in touch.

We were a bit hungry by now, so we wanted to get something to eat – that Grand Hotel breakfast just hadn’t done it for us! Bill told us that it would be best to go back into the centre of Xenia. We seemed to spend ages traipsing about trying to find some lunch – it was really difficult today – we ended up in a UDF (United Dairy Farmers) store. Dreadful – very little there that I could eat, but at least some decent coffee (no soya milk of course!). I ended up eating nearly a whole packet of Orio’s – they’re vegan in the US, but not in the UK where they add whey powder for some reason – go figure! Anyway, I felt a little bit sick after that, but at least the sugar rush would propel me for the next 40 miles or so.

The trail was long and straight – just like yesterday – I kept thinking of Groundhog Day! We arrived in a lovely little town called, rather bizarrely, London! By the cycle trail was a really good shelter, picnic area, information board and seating area. A lovely little memorial obelisk was placed nearby to Bill Young (1953-2008) – he died young, that’s for sure – only 55. On the memorial it read: ‘Ride On’ and ‘Bill would say life is like a bicycle, you don’t fall off unless you stop pedalling’. That’s a good way to be remembered.

We could hear faint thunder rumbling in the distance, so we put the hammer down (pedalled hard) to try and outrun it. We didn’t quite make it and a heavy (but warm) rainstorm engulfed us just as we came into Columbus.

That didn’t stop us admiring the city centre buildings and the lovely Short North neighbourhood that we cycled through on our way to our Warm Showers hosts. There were lots of banners and rainbow flags for Columbus Pride on the lamp posts. In some of the bars people were celebrating the striking down of the Defence of Marriage Act (a dreadful homophobic law in the US that prevents same-sex couples from having equal rights with heterosexual couples). The case was brought by Edith Windsor who’s 84 year old and who was required to pay taxes on her deceased partner’s estate – something she would not have had to do if she were married. This is brilliant news – and definitely a cause for celebration.

Some fireworks were being set off as we arrive at Brook and Melissa’s street – wow, we were really being made to feel welcome in Columbus! At the house, there was a party at a neighbours – they were new arrivals. We met Christina, Melissa’s sister who was visiting and Gemma the dog and the two cats: Agnes and Dave.

While dinner was being prepared Christina told us that she was trying to sell her BMW, which she’d bought while she was posted as a nurse in the military in Germany. She was going to have to drive 3 hours to get home. I’m often amazed at the extent to which people in the US seem to think nothing of driving cast distances! Christina also told us that she’d been to England – to London and Stonehenge ! I suppose that for lots of people this is they see of the UK, (which makes the state if the Stonehenge site with its busy roads converging on it, chain-link fencing and rather tatty facilities even more of a national disgrace).

We had a lovely vegan dinner – bliss and chatted. Brooke and Melissa told us that we were only the third guests that they’d had staying with them from Warm Showers. And the first that had jobs! I admired their Vitamix – an eye-wateringly expensive blender, which they really liked and used almost every day for making nut butter, smoothies and soups. I’ve been thinking of getting one, but Matthew said it would clutter up the kitchen work surfaces! Bed and blog! Matthew has been crowing because the blog had had lots of hits – so thank you all our readers and commenters for keeping him happy!

Summary – day 06 – Muncie to Dayton (Tuesday 25 June)

Estimated mileage: 86 miles actual: 86.69

Avg. speed: 15.4 mph

Cumulative distance: 300.77 miles

We left the Hampton Hotel and headed into Muncie, to pick up the Cardinal trail which is part if the Rails to Trails network and would form a big part of our route today

Our hotel was on a junction taking a fairly major road over to the airport. We were just outside the hotel and waiting at a red light when Matthew pointed to a group if about 8 or 9 little ducklings that were scurrying about on the other side of the road. They were obviously frightened – darting about and changing directions – all on the road at the junction. Cars were stopping and slowing down and trying to drive around them. Cars coming across the junction from the other direction couldn’t see the ducklings, so they were whizzing past. The ducklings were running underneath the cars and I just couldn’t look any more. I wanted to go and do something – but the traffic made it impossible to get over the road on red, even if I’d managed to reach them – what would I do? Try herding ducklings off a main road with traffic thundering by? Where would I take them? Once the lights changed we had to move forward and with a very heavy heart I passed by on the other side – well actually it was worse than that, I passed by on the same side but still failed to help. I felt quite guilty and kept hoping that in one of the cars that were manoeuvring around the ducklings would be someone who would know how to rescue them. I imagine that they’re all dead now :(

Muncie – is a nice-looking little town. We passed Ball State University, where there seemed go be some kind of sporting event taking place with lots of competitors warming up. We rode into the centre along the river, where there was a beautiful park and cycleways. We saw a big sign for the Muncie Orchestra Concert – that’s a good sign to see! There was a huge, nice- looking bicycle shop, but no time to visit, unfortunately.

For any sociologists out there, you may be interested to learn that Muncie was chosen as the site of a series of in-depth anthropological studies of typical US Middle-American town life from the 1920s to 2000, was known as ”Middletown’. In 1929, Helen and Robert Lynd published ‘Middletown: A Study in Contemporary American Culture’; they returned to re-observe the community during the depression and published ‘Middletown in Transition: A Study in Cultural Conflicts’, in 1937. A third study by Theodore Caplow followed: ‘Middletown Families’ in 1982 and in the following year ‘All Faithful People’. In 1998 Capliw began another study: Middletown IV, which i think was made into a tv documentary, but I’ve not seen it.

As we were heading out of town, two boys on bicycles came out of a side-street and made to race with us. They had big grins on their faces as they bent down to pedal furiously to their impossible task of keeping up with us. It’s an amazing aspect of the human spirit I think – often we’ll do something even though we know that we’ll fail. I asked them where they going on their bicycles today – and they said that they were just biking around. When I said that we were riding to Dayton, one asked rather incredulously, “Dayton Ohio?”. I laughed, “Yes – Dayton, Ohio!”.

On the outskirts of Muncie we rejoined the Cardinal Greenway bike trail, (www.cardinalgreenways.org). We were really looking forward to this part of the ride – almost half of today’s journey was on this beautiful and quiet off-road bicycle track. The Cardinal Greenway is the longest rail-trail in Indiana and stretches 62 miles from Marion through Muncie to Richmond in East Central Indiana. We cycled through the morning and took the trail to Richmond. We saw some amazing animals on the cycle trails – Matthew’s writing about those in a separate blog entry

We passed a fellow riding in the same direction as us and wished him good morning. A little further on was a rest area where we could refill our water bottles and I could stretch out a bit. While we were there the cyclist we passed pulled in and we had a chat. He was called Gary, he lived locally and said that he rode on the trail most days to keep fit. He thought that the trails were not as well-used as they could be – we had to agree with that! Gary was retired, but had worked in automobiles, “All those jobs are gone now.” He said, ruefully. I asked Gary about some of the animals we’d seen, he didn’t know what the birds were called, but I described the little furry animal that looked a bit like a chipmunk, Gary said ‘That is a chipmunk!’ Now I should know exactly what a chipmunk looks like because when I was a little boy we had one as a pet – named Harry. Harry lived in a tall tubular cage and I remember he used to go crazy running round and around the cage – much to our amusement, but the poor little thing was probably desperate to get out. I’ve no idea how or why he arrived, or how long he lived – Mum, maybe you can tell me and everyone else all about Harry in the comments section.

We arrived in Richmond and it seemed to be a rather faded place. There were dozens of empty shops on Main Street. This is becoming a familiar sight since we left Chicago – businesses closed, empty stores and lots, people holding ‘yard sales’ in their front garden. It’s obvious that the recession has really hit this part of the country very hard.

I called in at a lovely old book shop ‘A dying breed’ the owner said, for advice about where to eat. He struggled to recommend anywhere, so we stopped for lunch at Kroger’s supermarket. They had a garden table and chairs for sale outside, and we sat there to eat. On the way out on the east side of Richmond were some very grand houses and Glenn Millar Park, with a very nice rose garden. Not sure why the park is named after Glenn Millar.

Just east of Richmond is the border with Ohio – so we’ve cycled through Indiana! We had a really fast ride to Dayton – apart from a section around Trotwood where we couldn’t find the continuation of the cycle track – so we used Garmin to get us in to Dayton and the (not very) Grand Hotel.IMG_3925

The hotel was a disaster, really. There was no laundry and the laundry service collected at 8 am then returned at 5 pm. Well that was never going to work for us! We were told that we could walk 5 blocks to a laundry. I asked about soya milk for breakfast, (I wouldn’t expect this in a remote, out of the way hotel – although some of these do routinely stock it – but in a large city-centre establishment it’s pretty standard nowadays). Well the answer to that was no, too. We could go to Kroger’s – about a 15 minute drive … we were standing in the lobby wearing Lycra and with BICYCLES – did they think we’d just pop out and rent a car? When the absurdity of driving to Kroger’s was pointed out, some other smaller local grocery stores were suggested. I had absolutely no confidence that any of these would stock soya milk. Also, I do sometimes resent -in effect – being asked to pay twice, once when we book out hotel where I assume I’m subsidising all the people who eat animal products and save the hotel money by not eating very much. Then I pay again for soya milk that I buy for myself (a lot of this gets poured away because buying small quantities is nigh on impossible in the US).

I was too tired to argue – we were paying to stay there – if we had a reasonable request like a laundry or soya milk I didn’t think it was appropriate to send us off somewhere else – especially after we’d cycled so far.

In our room on the fifth floor we started to unpack. Matthew undressed and went into the shower. There was no hot water. This place was turning into Fawlty Towers! Matthew had to get dressed again so the maintenance man could come up. He who told us to try turning the taps the other way or running them for longer … duh! Then he concluded that we should be moved. So we had to repack and wait for someone to come and move us. Our new room had hot water.

We’d not eaten so we headed out to get something to eat and go see if we could find a laundry. We never did find a laundry, but we did find an excellent restaurant: Roost in the historic Oregon district of Dayton. They were really friendly and completely unfazed by my asking for vegan food, which they seemed happy to prepare especially for me. It was a real treat. We thanked and chatted to the proprietors as we were leaving, told them about our journeys and the blog. They looked up the blog straight away – and had left a comment by the next morning!

Back to the hotel to wash our jerseys in the bath! A cup of green tea and bed!

A message from Chicago

This e-mail message came in from Bonnie this morning:

Visiting Chicago

Great to hear from you and am glad you made it to Rochester safely. Frank and I enjoyed having you both as our guests and regretted that the visit was so short. Please come back.

The camping was really great. It was sponsored by the Chicago Park District and we had brand new North Face tents to use. We all got to practice archery and fishing … fish were actually caught (and thrown back) which my four grandsons enjoyed immensely. They had never fished before. There was also a storyteller, S’mores, and the campfire with the city skyline in the background.

Thanks so much for the generous gift, the coasters. I did share them with Frank, and you are right…they match my new tile beautifully. So glad you made it to the Robie House. Stay safe and I will be checking in on the blog periodically.

Bonnie and Frank

That’s really sweet. I’m glad the coasters were shared with Frank, I was even going to suggest sharing them in my card, but that seemed a bit presumptuous. Camping out that night must have been amazing – it was warm and there was a huge ‘super’ moon casting a silver light everywhere. When we came back from the concert in Millennium Park we heard fireworks going off from somewhere behind the apartment building – we wondered if that was happening at the campsite. It was around 10 I think.

Thanks again to Bonnie and Frank who were exemplary, kind, generous, considerate, informative Warm Showers hosts. You both go up there among the very best – and that’s an increasingly competitive place to be!

Summary – day 05 – Rochester to Muncie (Monday 24 June)

Estimated mileage: 92 actual: 87.58

Avg. speed: 13.9 mph

Cumulative distance: 214.08 miles

Woke up feeling a bit stiff and sore
That was a long day in the saddle yesterday! I have had quite a sore back in the weeks leading up to our holiday – I think caused by too much sitting down and marking! My physiotherapist has advised that I stretch every half hour or so when I’m’ riding, which I’ve been trying to do. In a headwind on a bicycle though, the temptation is to hunch down as low as possible and for as long as possible – causing my back to scream in pain. I hate this because I’ve cycled all my life and it’s never hurt – cycling shouldn’t hurt at all. It doesn’t distract me too much from enjoying the trip, but I fervently wish it wasn’t this way. I’m taking anti-inflamatories and I hope that as we head further east there’ll be less of a headwind and therefore less demand for taking up a back-breakingly low position on the bike.

By the time we’d eaten last night, we realised that the Comfort Inn’s hotel laundry had closed, why I’ll never understand – it’s not as if it was staffed! We had to get up early to wash our kit and then left everything to dry in our room with the heating turned up while we had breakfast.

The Comfort Inn was proving to be very adroit at not giving much comfort. The buffet breakfast had almost nothing that I would eat and I was really glad that we picked up that soya milk last night.

We left Rochester really late at 11.30. It took ages to dry our cycling gear and then as we were about to go I couldn’t find my sunglasses – expensive Oakley’s and this is my third pair! I’ve managed to lose the last two! I was sure that I’d left them on the table in our room. Out at reception Matthew was calling Janet, he said that he didn’t have my sunglasses and hadn’t picked them up. He suggested that maybe I’d packed them in my bag. I knew that I hadn’t – why would I do that if I wanted to wear them? Also they have a little case to stop them getting squished in my bag and I still had that – it was empty. I went back to our room and turned it upside down – the sunglasses were not there. This was becoming annoyingly puzzling. Back in the lobby I had no choice but to begin to unpack my bag. Matthew was still speaking to Janet. No glasses in my bag. By the time he came off the phone I’m near boiling point with frustration. He must have picked them up. I insisted that he check his bag. He (rather too languidly for my liking) went over to his bike to start checking his bag. Before he’d even opened his bag he found that my sunglasses were nestled inside his helmet, which was hanging from his handle bars. “Here they are,” he said – and handed over my sunglasses to me. I was stunned. (Almost) speechless. “Aren’t you going to say sorry?” I asked. “I’ll say sorry, if it’ll make you happy”, he replied. I said “I don’t want you to say sorry if it makes me happy, I want you to say sorry because you are sorry”. *fume*. The receptionist was pottering about and I asked her if there’d ever been a murder committed in the hotel – amazingly, apparently not.

This wasn’t the best start to the day. But what is the best thing to lift a frayed temperament? A lovely long bike ride through beautiful countryside, of course. Guess what? Matthew had discovered something called The Nickel Plate Trail, (www.nickelplatetrail.org). It runs along the route of a disused railway line. The Nickel Plate Trail cycleway started in Rochester and runs for 40 miles or so to Kokomo. We were going along for about 20 miles as far as Peru. It was absolutely stunning. Mile after mile of flat, gently curving, well-surfaced road. Along the route we saw some beautiful wildlife: little yellow birds and slightly bigger dark red birds. also lots of little squirrel-type critters, but with thinner tails and mustard coloured stripes on their back. They’re a bit like chipmunks. They seemed to be playing chicken with us – they would often scamper out from the undergrowth on one side of the track to the other. It was a bit disconcerting. The scenery was fantastic and the trees offered lots of shade. The track was really quiet, though, which was puzzling. We saw four other cyclists in 20 miles. If this was in western Europe it’d be rammed with cyclists I’m sure! The Nickel Plate Trail gets the Magic Moment of the Day award and it really perked me up. We were being quite civil to each other after a few miles!

On the Nickel Plate Trail: puncture #2 Matthew rear, (again). Grrr … we replaced the inner tube but when we reflated it the tyre was not sitting properly on the rim. An annoying bulbous area caused his bicycle to bump up and down constantly. This is not ideal, of course. So the tyre and inner tube were taken out an refitted again. Same problem. Grrr … We let some air out if the tyre, which reduced the problem somewhat, but he could not go on like this for long. We were losing quite a bit of time by now and I thought that there was likely to be a bicycle shop in Peru – so we set off – with Matthew’s bottom lifting on the air slightly with every revolution of his back wheel!

In central Peru there was a big classical stone town hall, which looked fantastic on its lawn with its pretty flower beds surrounding it. Elsewhere there were some nice grand buildings, but everywhere apart from the town hall looked a little bit run down.

At the crossroads by the town hall I spotted a young man on a bicycle. I shouted over to him to ask if there was a bicycle store nearby? He stared at me, shrugged his shoulders and kept riding. I saw that he was wearing earphones, so I suspect that he didn’t hear me!

The gods of cycling were smiling on us today though. We took a wrong turn then stopped to check our maps. By sheer, joyful coincidence we happened to find ourselves outside
Breakaway Bikes in Peru, (www.breakawaybike.com).

They had some really nice jerseys and hired bikes too – a couple were just leaving the store on hired Raleighs – very nice!

Zac and Shannon ran Breakaway Bikes and Tony was wrenching. I explained the problem with Matthew’s bike and said that I wanted a new rear tyre,(preferably one that wouldn’t puncture twice in two days or cause the wheel to deform. Zac really kindly fitted the new tyre and patiently made it fit perfectly on the rim, (we decided to go for a 25mm wide rather than a 23mm which was on, these should be more stable and will offer better cornering grip – hopefully more resistance to punctures, too!).

Zac said that the only time they’d been to Europe was when they’d been to Finland for his brother’s wedding. We talked about cycling in Europe. I’d love to ride to Helsinki and visit Sibelius’ house.

There was an amusing conversation in the bike shop – he was admiring our bikes, while she was admiring our shoes. This is almost the perfect conversation to have with us – I’m obsessed with bikes and Matthew has something of a shoe fixation – I sometimes call him the Imelda Marcos of Southville!

We had to get on our way, so we paid and left. There was some lovely rolling countryside, but it was very hot. As we turned south, ferocious headwinds blew at us – really slowing us down and bringing our average speed right down. On this final leg today we were starting to wish we’d planned a trip from Washington DC to Chicago!

A high point was passing through the little hamlet of Matthews. We had to stop and get a picture next to the sign – although some dogs in an adjacent garden were going absolutely crazy at the time and we were a little anxious in case they escaped.

Just past Gaston we came across an access on to the Cardinal Greenway – another cycle and walking route that gave us a lovely end to the day – only about 6 miles, but we were protected from the wind and on a lovely flat surface.

We arrived at the Hampton Inn and Suites in Muncie at 8:30 – later than we’d hoped, but we’d set off late and that darned wind had really taken its toll.

Summary – day 04 – Chicago to Rochester (Sunday 23 June)

Estimated mileage: 122, actual: 126.5

Avg. speed: 15.5mph

We expected that today would be the longest ride of the whole trip, so we wanted to set off early. Perhaps inevitably then, we faffed about for ages packing our bags and fine-tuning our bikes, (all the sort of thing that we should have done last night). So it was about 8:00 am when we set off. There’s a bike path running for 26 miles along the Lake Michigan shore and we planned to follow it to its end at South Shore then south south east to Calumet City, south through Burnham, Lansing (past Lansing airport) and to join the east-west US 30 east, ‘Lincoln highway’ just outside Dyer. From there we headed east through Merrillville, Valparaiso, Wanatah turn south on 421 through La Crosse, San Pierre and Medayville, then turned east again on 14 to Winamac and into Rochester. The reason that we couldn’t just head south east to Rochester because the US grid system of roads means lots of right angles.

A cycle track from just behind Bonnie’s apartment block connected with the Lakeshore cycleway. Even before we arrived at the path we knew that the beginning of our journey was not going to be as straightforward as we hoped. We could hear loud music and cheering and clapping as we rounded a corner on to the cycle way we saw lots of people running – all running in the same direction and with numbers pinned to their jerseys. It was obviously some sort of race. I love running and was happy to watch them all go by, but there were so many if them and they were all coming from the direction that we wanted to go in. Some other cyclists travelling in the same direction were cycling against the tide and it was obvious that we were going to have to do that too.

We turned into the flow of runners and I knew how a cycling salmon might feel – riding against the current! After a minute or two I noticed that there were no men running. At first I thought that perhaps this was the tail-end of the race, but even then I’d expect to see at least some men. It eventually dawned on me that this was a women’s race. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed that a large number of the participants were also wearing Women’s Half Marathon jerseys. Sometimes it seems I’m just not that observant!

Riding along the Lakeshore path with a steady stream of runners coming towards us wasn’t as challenging as we feared. The path was good and wide. Runners tended to keep right – so it was only when other cyclists, forced to ride on the left, were coming towards us too that we had to brake and dodge and weave about a bit. But any inconvenience was more than offset by the fantastic atmosphere and support that the runners were getting and giving each other. There was music and drink stalls and fine sprays of cooling water along the route. I thought my sisters: Lisa, Lynn and Jane who all run and sometimes run half-marathons together, they’d adore doing this one.

It was bright and getting warmer – the sky was deep blue and the lake shimmered. All along the shore were other runners and people walking their dogs. I glanced behind me experienced a shock as I took in the incredible view of the Chicago skyline and the lake. A women runner (not wearing a race number, so therefore not part of the competition) was sitting on a bench nearby. I asked her to take some pictures of us because I thought that they would look fantastic on the blog, maybe even as a new banner picture! She was happy to help us.

At the end of the track we paused by the entrance to the South Shore Country Club – it wasn’t obvious which way we should go next. Garmin was suggesting straight ahead on the main road, but we’d seen some cyclists turn left and under the arched entrance of the Country Club, so we wondered if a cycling path continued along the lake. We were checking maps and had more-or-less concluded that we should go on the road when a couple of cyclists out for a fast spin stopped at the lights. I asked them about getting further around the lake and they said that if we went along with them, they’d show us the way. I was a little uncertain – one had tri-bars on his bike and we’d be certain to slow them up. However, they’d offered and needs must, so we set of with them.

Chris and Dave were absolutely brilliant – they took us through South Chicago and Calumet quickly and along quiet roads. There were so many turns and roadworks that we’d never have managed this easily on our own. They saved us lots of time and trouble – thank you both: cycling gold stars for assistance.

We chatted as we rode, Chris works with IT for a small finance broker in downtown Chicago. They weren’t exposed in all the debt-swapping or easy credit shenanigans, so they’re doing ok. He competes in triathlons, which is something that I’d love to try, (geddit?!), so we talked about that for quite a while. I told him about my recent conversion to running over the last two years and about how much I love it. I do wonder why on earth I didn’t do it sooner. Dave used to work in public policy but now has a job in a small business – I never found out quite what he or the business does, he didn’t volunteer to tell me and I didn’t quite feel able to ask. If you’re reading this, Dave, perhaps you can let us know. Dave pointed out the painted marks on the roads that mark cycle ways or the routes of cycling events – he pointed out that they might be worth following when we’re routing as they’re likely to be on quiet roads.

We were really making good progress and Chris asked me if I knew the film The Blues Brothers? I said of course, did I remember the bridge jump? No – I saw that film in about 1982. Well apparently there was a famous bridge jump scene and were about to cross That. Bridge.

Now any of you who have been following us on previous trips and read through the USA West Coast cycle ride blog will know that I am a nervous and have some trepidation about crossing bridges on a bicycle in the United States. This is because (a) I really don’t like heights – and some of the bridges are really high!
(b) Many bridges are narrower than the roads that feed into them – so the cycle lane is often narrow, too, or even non-existent. In any case cyclists often are squeezed up close to the parapet – which means that it’s hard to avoid seeing over the edge and down from the corner of your eye – even if you’re staring resolutely ahead.
(c) The parapets in most of the bridges that I’ve crossed in the US are absurdly low. I suspect that they were never really built with the intention that they’d be crossed so close to the edge by people walking or on bicycles. I often experience an irrational fear that I’ll fall off and over the edge.

Some Super-Scary-Bridges really make me sweat and get my heart pounding, so I approached the East 95th Street Bridge in Calumet with some trepidation. Perhaps sensing my nervousness, Chris chatted about that award-winning smoked fish restaurant by the bridge – how was he to know that I’m vegan and that this wouldn’t help?! We rolled onto the hulking black metal bridge and I discovered a new horror – the bridge surface was a metal grid – it was possible to see through it and all the way down to the brown fast-flowing water below. Not. A. Nice. Bridge. – even if it is a movie star.IMG_3839

Shortly after crossing the East 95th Street bridge we parted ways with Chris and Dave – they pointed us down a cycle track that would take us to the trail to Burnham and Lansing and skirt south of Gary – which was our intended route. We must have slowed them down – they were really kind to help us out. I was reminded about something Bonnie said to us: “Cyclists are good people” – I’ve almost always found that to be true.

We arrived at ‘historic Lincoln highway US30’ quickly and turned east. Lincoln highway was one of the first waymarked roads for cars to cross the US – it was opened in 1913 and runs from San Francisco to Times Square, New York. Much of the original route has been by-passed or widened now – but some original sections remain and there’s an association dedicated to preserving and promoting it as a historic artefact. This year is the centenary year of the Lincoln Highway.

We left Illinois and came into Indiana after about 30 miles of cycling. then through Dyer, which I thought was a nice pretty little town until I saw a monument outside a church – a white crucifix, maybe 6′ tall, with a bright red ‘bleeding heart’ on it and the message: ‘In memory if aborted babies’ Ugh, how disgusting and disgraceful – how low will these kind of people go? Sanctimonious bastards. I’ll not be visiting Dyer again maybe I should let the local tourist office know why.IMG_3841

We were hungry and it was almost lunch time, we were a bit worried that we’d soon be getting into very rural Indiana farm towns where I might struggle to find anything vegan to eat, so we stopped at a sandwich restaurant called Panera in Merrillville. After we’d eaten we were chatting to a couple with a beautiful rescue puppy. How can people just abandon dogs? They were heading off to the beach. We talked about out trip – he was into running, so we talked about that too. We’d been thinking about coming off US30 east as it was getting quite busy, but they assured us that this was just because we were at the junction with a major north-south route: 65. The road would quieten down in a mile or so, so we decided to risk it.

Not far from Merrillville, puncture #1 (Matthew, rear). We pulled into an opening off the road and set about repairing the puncture on what was effectively someone’s front lawn. That someone turned out to be mother and son Sean and Linda. They were the second couple who deserve a gold star for helping cyclists out. they came out to see if we were ok and I asked if they minded us pitching up on their lawn. “Not at all”, they said. And they asked if there was anything they could do and they kindly refilled our water bottles. I chatted with them, while Matthew fixed his puncture. Lynda’s dad was a prof at Valporaiso University – so we laughed about academic neurosis. I suggested that they put my cycling wanderlust down to that. Sean was a man after my own heart – he liked trains – real and model. Linda said that there was a good railway museum that we should visit – was it in Pittsburg or Baltimore? If you’re reading this Linda, leave a comment to remind me (turns out it’s in Baltimore – the Baltimore & Ohio Railway Museum). We gave her our blog address, so hopefully they’ll be able to remind me, (I’m getting old and forgetful now – 52!). I talked about the world’s largest model railway that we saw I’m Berlin at Alexanderplatz:
http://www.visitberlin.de/en/spot/loxx-miniature-worlds-berlin

I said that they should come to the UK to visit railway museum at York:
http://www.nrm.org.uk/

Sean and Linda – if you want to make a trip to the UK – you’d be very welcome to stay with us and be happy to go to York to see the railway museum again, we could go on a steam train ride too – we do that with Matthew’s father and aunt quite often – it’s great fun. I reckon that visitors all the way from the US would have a good chance of having a go on the footplate!

On to Wanatah – billed on the town entrance sign as ‘The crossroads of Indiana’, and it certainly was for us because here we turned left off the Lincoln Highway to head south. Just over 60 miles to go.

As we turned south, it immediately became apparent that this leg of the journey was going to be tough. There was a southerly wind blowing – it was relentless and we were on a dead straight north-south road through open fields for about 30 miles. Inevitably our average speed dropped markedly. There was hardly any respite, the only trees were in the little towns on the route – they were really little And there was only about three of them along the road: La Crosse, San Pierre and Medaryville. The wind has a tendency to make me a bit cranky … (Matthew thinks: “How could we tell the difference?!”), so I just got as low as I could on the drops, gritted my teeth and got on with it. I had to stop every 8 miles or so to stretch my back, but it wasn’t too bad. We’d ridden through the heat of the day and the one thing that the wind was good for was blowing incredible sweet scents in our direction: mint and bergamot. That was a real treat.

Inane conversations on a bicycle, part n of nn, (where n is a huge number and nn is significantly larger)

So we’re pedalling along side-by-side and I have a thought that leads to a conversation that goes something like this:

Me: Did you check that the hotel we’re in tonight stocks soya milk or if they can get some in for me?
Him: No, I forgot. I did check that they would be able to store our bicycles though.
Me: harrumph.
Me: (feeling a bit optimistic): Perhaps there’ll be a grocery store there that will still be open where we can buy some.
Him: It’s possible. Richmond will be biggest place we’ve been to today, after Chicago.
Me: Richmond?
Him: Yes.
Me: Richmond?
Him: Yes.
Me: What do you mean Richmond?
Him: Rochester.
Me: Thank goodness for that. Richmond’s in Yorkshire and Rochester’s in Kent. We’d be seriously out of our way if we were heading to Richmond.

The last 30 miles were beautiful. We turned east after Medaryville and so we no longer had the wind coming at us. It was blowing less strongly and coming from our right – it helped to cool us. Having ridden through the heat of the day, the temperature was starting to fall. The road was quiet, with hardly any cars, the sky was huge, the sun was behind us casting longer and longer shadows out in front of us and bathing everything in a soft golden light. Birds were singing and swooping back an forth. It was the Magic Moment of the Day – a perfect end even though we were tired.

While we were on this road a huge dog called Barwell who’d been resting in his garden caught sight of Matthew and chased after him, loloping and bouncing along – not at all in a aggressive way, but in a “Hello there friend, please play with me, can I come along with you for a while?” kind of way. He was beautiful and looked a bit sad to see us go.IMG_3847

We arrived in Rochester – and guess what? A 24 hour grocery store sold us some soya milk! Very happy about that.

Summary – day 03 – Chicago (Saturday 22 June)

Today our friends Ed and Pete were married. Warmest best wishes to them both! We were really sorry that we weren’t able to be there. They told us of their wedding plans about a week after we had booked our flights to the United States. Matthew did get involved in the wedding preparations though and he made their wedding cake. A three tiered affair with two grooms on the top! He didn’t want to post a picture of it on line because he didn’t want to spoil the surprise for everyone. It was really spectacular, though, so now that it’s after the event, the picture can be shown! By all accounts everyone liked it. We’re really looking forward to hearing about how the day went and catching up with Ed and Pete when we get back.

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For us, today was more sedate and there’s less to report (phew!). We needed to get the bicycle bags off to Mike’s in Columbia, Maryland. I needed to replace my damaged helmet. We also wanted to go and look at a Frank Lloyd-Wright building at the University of Chicago and Matthew wanted to fantasize about being Sandra Bullock by riding the elevated Loop metro train (he’ll explain, I’m sure). Then we might still have time to go to the open air concert tonight at 7:30 in Millennium Park.

After breakfast we headed over to the post office to send the bike bags. There were some other people in the lift as we came down from Bonnie’s seventh floor condo. As usual, they asked us “What’s in the bag?” They didn’t look convinced when we told them that they were our bicycle bags. I think that perhaps they imagined we were smuggling a body out of the building!

We wheeled the bike bag (one is folded up and packed inside the other), to the post office which was a couple of blocks around the corner. Despite having called in yesterday to check that they’d be likely to be able to handle the shipping, when they actually saw it they said “no”, *fume*. We asked where the nearest courier’s might be and they just didn’t really know, (which to be honest, I found a little unconvincing). The woman at the counter thought that there might be a Fed Ex along the street, but it was “quite a way”. When I asked her how long it might take to walk, she said “About 15 minutes.” I said “we’re cycling to Washington DC, I think that we can walk for 15 minutes!”

We decided to try the bicycle store next – we figured that we’d get more sense out if them. They were in the same direction as the Fed Ex store in any case. We also wanted to ask some advice about the route out of Chicago.

We walked to the bike store, still trundling the bike bag behind us. Matthew had two more enquiries about what they were! The Cycle Store was a real treat – lovely, helpful staff, a very friendly old dog and the whole place really had the feel of a down to earth, honest bike store – staffed with people who cared about cycling and cyclists and busy doing repairs and giving good service. It’s on South Michigan Avenue, between 14th and 16th street if you ever need a bicycle store in Chicago. I told them I needed to replace my helmet and we looked at the ones they stocked. Unfortunately, many of them had what I regarded as rather garish designs on them and/or were too brightly coloured and/or had big designs or even text all over them … Aargh! These Just Would Not Do. There was one that I would have just about coped with – in any case it was the least awful, but just like any good bike shop should, the guy I was speaking to suggested I visit the Trek store down the road. He thought that they might have more choice. Despite my not buying a cycle helmet from them, they were perfectly happy to go through potential routes out of Chicago for us, even going so far as to call up various options on the computer screen and talk us through them. Also of course, they knew exactly where the nearest courier was. It wasn’t a Fed Ex it was a UPS store, and we were given clear directions to that.

The UPS store were really efficient – the man on the desk said that he’d wrap the bags in cellophane before they were shipped and also promised to tie through the zippers to keep the bag sealed. I was a little nervous when I noticed a big notice informing everyone that valid identity would be required before sending anything because we’d not brought our passports. But we must have appeared honest to him – there were no conversations about bodies. We weren’t asked to prove our identity, but we were asked for $130. So the bags are on their way to Columbia near Baltimore and should arrive there on Wednesday. Mike (McLoughlin) please note!

A little further down the street was the other bike store – it used to be a Trek Store, but now it’s called On The Route – it’s not at all like The Cycle Store, it’s obviously quite high-end and kitted out in a way that makes me feel that they were way more interested in selling stuff than caring about bicycles and bicyclists. They sell expensive Bianchi as well as Trek. They did have a replacement for my helmet, but in grey, rather than red and black. But I could live with that. The helmet cost $300 – this was turning into quite an expensive day and it wasn’t even lunch time. Hopefully, Virgin or our travel insurers will help to defray the cost.

Back at Bonnie’s we met her son-in-law, Gary and her two grandchildren. They’re all off camping on Northerly Island, which is now a public park, but was Meigs Field Airport until the mayor of Chicago controversially ordered that the runways be bulldozed in 2003.

We wouldn’t be seeing Bonnie and Frank again before we left, so we took some photos. We asked the grandchildren to take some pictures of all of us – one was too shy, the other wasn’t – so you can see the result below!

We set off for the University of Chicago campus, further south, to look at Frank Lloyd Wright’s Robie house. It was warm and humid so we decided to use the three-day travel passes that we had bought at O’Hare rather than cycle there. But we thought that we could take a bus from Lakeshore Drive where it runs just behind Bonnie’s apartment block. We wandered over there, but couldn’t find any bus stops and eventually realised that the particular buses we needed don’t stop between 11th and 43rd streets. No matter, we could easily walk down to 11th Street – it was just past the Natural History Museum that we had cycled past the day before.

There were loads of people cycling and running in all directions and we saw a cycling accident at a junction. It was one of those curious incidents where having seen absolutely everything right in front of us, we were still both slightly confused about what quite had happened. Cyclists were coming from both left and right and where the cycle path crossed over the road cyclists coming from both directions had to stop to give way to any cars that might be passing. On our right the cycleway curved around to the junction, so any cyclist approaching the junction and travelling quite quickly would not have much time to stop. A guy on a racing bike coming from our right stopped rather suddenly at the junction, and immediately in front of us. Another cyclist travelling more sedately from our left braked briefly at the road and carried on over the junction. He had obviously seen the speeding cyclist that was coming towards him, but I think that he must have expected the faster guy to go around him – but the first cyclist wasn’t going to do that – he’d stopped to give way. So the second cyclist rode on into the first: colliding head on with a stationary cyclist and then both ended up on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and bicycles. The cyclist who actually crashed into the first hit the ground and scraped his arm, but quickly got up and back on his bike without really saying anything. What was so odd was that the stationary cyclist kept apologising and saying how sorry he was. But we didn’t think that he’d done anything wrong! They both continued on their way. Anyway, we hope that’s the only cycling incident that we’ll witness on this trip.

We got to the bus and headed up to the university. The bus dropped us off by the Museum of Science and Industry – a vast, beautiful classical building of pale stone and copper domes. The university is in a lovely area – wide leafy streets with lots if detached houses that have been taken over for university use. The main part of the campus is very grand – it has a tall thin Gothic tower that’s very ornate at the top. There were a couple of quite English-looking church buildings, quadrangles, halls of residence and lots of rather imposing Victorian-style halls. Further away some less faux-Oxbridge and more interestingly original modern buildings.

Frank Lloyd Wright’s Frederick C. Robie House is close to the main older-looking buildings and really stands out among its surroundings. It was built between 1908 and 1910, (before any of the other stuff around it – much of which is made to look older). The house has three stories, is cantilevered out at one end and is low-roofed, long and thin in brick and glass and concrete. The colour palette is kept minimal – red brick and tiles, grey concrete in bands, black window-frames and light stone. It’s considered the best example of Wright’s ‘prairie style’ – the first architectural style considered uniquely American. the house is stunning and it still looks fresh and original and harmonious.

We were just in time for the 3pm tour and the volunteer tour guide was fantastic. The building is still in the process of being restored, so it wasn’t possible to see it all. What we did see exceeded my expectations – the way that everything was designed to look good together, the spare uncluttered interiors, lots of light, lots of glass with brick and stone made the upstairs feel very light and spacious – even though it’s a fairly modest house.

It was interesting to learn about the people who have lived in the house: the Robie’s had financial problems and marital difficulties, so they and their two children only lived there for fourteen months. The house changed hands a couple of times before being bought by the Chicago Theological Seminary, who used it as a student dormitory and dining hall. So, perhaps inevitably, it was knocked about and damaged quite a bit, (trust the bloody church – they always seem to think that they can do exactly what they like). Worse, the seminary only really bought the house so they could demolish it and redevelop the site – so they didn’t ever really care about the building. Three times the seminary tried to redevelop the site – the onset if WWII put those plans on hold and after the war when they tried to demolish the house again there were international campaigns to save it. The seminary were offered alternative (and more) space up the street – so agreed to move out. The building passed to the University of Chicago who gave it to the Frank Lloyd Wright Preservation Trust in 1997. the house is still being restored to its original appearance in 1910.

The Robie House had a beautiful shop, with some lovely books on Wright and his buildings … also some Lego models of some of his buildings (they might well end up on my Christmas wants list!). We saw some lovely matte ceramic coasters, that we thought might sort of compliment a tile from the Glessner House Museum front door that Bonnie has, so we they might make a good thank you gift.

We were taking pictures outside a woman who was passing offered to take one of both of us. Her son had just graduated and she’d sold the condo that she’d bought for him while he was studying at university. I’m always amazed when I come across this sort of thing – parents with so much that they can buy their children flats near college. I can’t help thinking that however well-intentioned it stifles hard work and fosters a sense of entitlement in the recipient. Anyway, she was kind and we were glad to get the pictures.

We made a little tour of the campus. What seems odd and immediately obvious to someone from the UK on a US campus is the number of privately-funded institutions, buildings and departments. It’s rarely the Department of Sociology, it’s very likely to be something like the Ellen Degeners Institute for Social Research and the Louis B Meyer Department For Film and Media. In the socialist utopia that is UK HE the Jane and John Doe Centre for the Study of People With Too Much Money And Reactionary Opinions That They Believe Everyone Else Should Share is, thankfully, still quite rare. But we’re headed that way – there’s a Rupert Murdoch Professor of Language and Communication at Oxford – I wondered how anyone with any integrity could possibly accept such a post, then I noticed that the current post is held by someone called Deborah Cameron – this kind of stuff couldn’t be made up! I wondered if the Co-op Academic Bookstore building up the road was THAT seminary building. The library – sorry, The Joseph Regenstein Library with The Joe and Rika Mansueto Library Extension – is fascinating – a very tall blocky concrete central structure with a soaring curved glass canopy over a big hole in the ground for the adjacent extension. This latter looked like a smaller version of the beautiful National Botanical Gardens of Wales glasshouse (see here: http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/). Next to the library a monument commemorating the splitting of the atom – the monument was great, but I I’m not entirely certain that on balance this particular scientific endeavour requires such uncritical celebration.

We headed back to the metro through Hyde Park, a lovely expanse of green with lots of people enjoying the sunshine, families eating out having made quite elaborate arrangements – big dining tables, chairs, lights, sound systems outdoor games – the whole works – looked to be great fun. The area around the 51st Street station was run down – I’m amazed at these sorts of stark juxtapositions between very wealthy (university area) and adjacent poverty (the South Side), that are so common in the US. I suspect its necessary to be an outsider to even notice the glaring unjust inequality in such short distances. We got on the train and Matthew had his take a ride on the elevated Loop.

We disembarked at Madison/Wabash station to get to Millenium Park in time for the concert. We were a bit early, so having secured our spot I scooted over the road to take a close look at the Aqua building that I’d only seen from a distance yesterday. As I suspected the building really does benefit from closer inspection, from below the whole thing ripples and undulates up into the sky – it’s a marvelous effect. I attracted some attention staring up and photographing the building – so by way of explanation I said “This is the tallest building designed by a woman.” A man replied “That must explain all those curves.” This was very annoying, sexist rubbish. Why is so much that women are and do and achieve linked so easily and lazily linked to their bodies and their biology? This just does not happen to men. I wanted to smack him for being so stupid – but that would probably have proven his biologically determinist view of the world!

A happier experience next door at the Aon Building. I was taking some pictures from outside the main entrance and a man came out of the building carrying a huge folder. I asked him if this used to be the Standard Oil Building and he confined that it was. When it was completed in 1974 it was the tallest building in Chicago and the fourth-tallest in the world. As it was built for Standard Oil Indiana, it was nicknamed Big Stan.

The man introduced himself as James and we chatted a bit about the building, about what it was like to work there and who occupied it. He was with Aon on the 14th floor. The upper part of the building is KPMG :(. James was really enthusiastic about Chicago and seemed delighted that I was interested in it and the buildings. He asked me if I was going to the concert in Millennium Park and I said that I was. He wasn’t going because he had work to do! I suggested that he probably wasn’t paid enough to be working at 7 o’clock on a warm summer Saturday evening! I started to head back over to Millennium Park and I heard someone running behind me. I turned around and it was James! He’d walked on after our meeting, had an idea and then run back after me. He was out of breath and he said (rather ruefully) that he shouldn’t run! (He was carrying a bit more weight than strictly necessary!). Anyway, he said that as I was interested in the Aon building, that he had some time to spare and that he would take me up to the 14th floor and then up to the top floor to see inside and take some photographs. What a sweet man. I was really tempted, but (a) I really don’t like heights, and (b) the concert would be starting in a few minutes and I was worried that I might not get back in. I politely declined and thanked him. I regret that now – because I realise that I could easily have gone back into the concert area at any time and the first half was pretty uninspiring – so missing the start Wouldn’t have been much of a loss and it would have been a wonderful opportunity to see inside Big Stan.

It was wonderful to go to the concert in Millennium Park. The atmosphere was so relaxed and friendly. Lots of people having picnics and children were playing and running about. I thought that the program was rather challenging for a free public open air concert . Quite a few people left in the first half! But the children really enjoyed it a piece modeled on Peking opera and classical music and concerned with the different facets of womanhood. The second half was more predictable: Fauré and Ravel. I chatted with our neighbours who Belonged to a choir that had talked extensively. Including to Coventry and they knew and loved Coventry Cathedral very well. He told me about it tapestry that had been created for a concert that they were involved in, the tapestry was in two parts and all of the members of the orchestra and choir had signed the tapestry and one part and gone to Dresden and the other to Coventry. I wondered where it is now. They’re about to start rehearsing Handle’s Jeptha – a piece that I really love. They’ll be performing it in Dublin in the autumn.

After the concert we wandered back towards the Cloud Gate sculpture, which looked lovely in the moonlight With all the buildings eliminated around it. We took some photographs and then went down to the Crown Fountain, which was as popular and as busy as ever with children and adjusts alike enjoying it.

We caught the bus back to Bonnie’s from outside the Symphony Centre (sigh), did some laundry and went to bed. Another lovely day in Chicago.

Summary – day 02 – Chicago (Friday 21 June)

I woke up very early – 4 am, (which would be 10 am in the UK as Chicago is six hours behind – so that has to count as something of a lie-in). I managed to snooze for another hour, but then had to get up. Bonnie had left out breakfast food and had bought soya milk – she’s an absolute superstar Warm Showers host), so I had some muesli and set about reassembling our bikes.

Bonnie got up and was dressed for going cycling, she was wearing a fantastic Chicago jersey with a picture of the Chicago skyline wrapped around her – the Willis (formerly Sears) tower front centre and the Hancock building centred on the back. Fantastic! We were going to get a guided cycle tour of Chicago.

Before heading into the city we wanted to find out about getting our bicycle bags to Mike in Columbia. So we looked up the address of the nearest courier and went to off to check where it was. I tried to put my cycle helmet on, but it wouldn’t fit on my head – very odd – I turned it over to adjust it and when I looked inside I saw the problem. My bike helmet was crushed and misshapen; further inspection revealed an enormous gaping crack in the styrofoam inner shell. The helmet was in the bag with my bike on the aeroplane, so it must have been crushed on the journey. I imagine that perhaps Richard Branson is getting his own back for the disparaging things I wrote about him yesterday. It’ll need to be replaced and it’s a good excuse to visit some bike shops in Chicago.

A defective helmet wasn’t going to be allowed to get in the way of us having a good day cycling in Chicago, so we set off in search of the nearest UPS or FedEx office.

We headed south past the huge Chicago convention centre in the Bronzeville neighbourhood, a relatively prosperous African-American part of the city. It was so good to be back on our bicycles after so long cooped up on trains and planes and buses. The weather was warm and there were plenty of others out on bicycles and running. In fact there were cyclists and runners and children playing everywhere we went all day – it was wonderful and made Chicago feel all the more welcoming.

At the Bronzeville neighbourhood boundary there was an enormous bronze statue of a man with a suitcase standing on a mound of shoe soles and striding purposefully forward. The statue was made up of pieces that also looked like the soles of shoes – some obviously worn through with holes. The statue was wonderful – looked at from a distance it had the appearance of a green man clothed in leaves, but of course they were shoe soles, not leaves. The monument is to the great northern migration of African American men and women after the civil war. Opposite the statue was a lovely Bronzeville rusted iron bench designed using the shapes of houses.

We couldn’t find the UPS office that we were searching for, so we went instead to the United States Postal Service, to see if they’d be able to ship the bags. They’d definitely be cheaper than a commercial courier. They weren’t sure without seeing the dimensions and weighing it – but they were very positive – we can give them a try as they’re open on Saturdays until 3:00.

We were back near Bonnie’s apartment around the historic neighbourhood of Prairie Avenue. Bonnie took us through the Women’s Park and Gardens – a peaceful space with some allotment-type planting and in the middle of the park, Chicago’s oldest house: the Henry B. Clarke house, which was built in 1836. Its a lovely wooden classical square structure, painted pale grey, with a pediment and a central tower (that was added later, Bonnie said). The tower reminded me of the corner towers of Osborne House – Queen Victoria’s house on the Isle of White. The Prairie District was where many of the wealthiest people in Chicago made their homes after the great Chicago fire in 1871. Prairie Avenue is tree-lined and contains some really imposing mansions, including the John J Glessner House, which is a museum that Bonnie volunteers at. The Glessner house was designed by the architect Henry Hobson Richardson who wanted to develop a particularly American architectural style – he succeeded and it became known as Richardsonian Romanesque – and he remains the only American architect to have had a style named after them. The house is solid and rectangular, the exterior has dressed stone and a huge arched doorway with very restrained decoration. Bonnie has a tile that shows the decoration from the front door, which are rectilinear – almost portcullis-like. The proportions of the house are lovely and the whole has a real harmonious feel to it.

We didn’t have time to visit – maybe tomorrow(!) We headed off towards downtown Chicago. At the end of Bonnie’s apartment building is a cycle route that goes to Lake and then either north to Downtown or south towards the University of Chicago. On the corner of the block by the start of the path is an area of grass with a commemorative sign – it was the site of the Battle of Fort Dearborn in August 1812. The sign makes it seem less dreadful than it really was, but basically the Potawatomi Indians, encouraged by the British, attacked the fort and burned it down – 50 soldiers and 41 civilians (including children) were evacuated from the fort and were attacked – 60 of them were killed and many more captured. It all sounded horrible. Britain was trying to prevent the westward expansion of the United States, while the native Indians were trying to preserve their lands. Trust the British to get involved – in a bad way – of course.

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We rode on the cycle route – marvellous; really wide and well signed. On a railway bridge that afforded some stunning views of the city we stopped for some photographs – we were so preoccupied that we kept stepping in front of runners and other cyclists! That was a little bit embarrassing!

We passed Soldier’s Field stadium, where the Chicago Bears play. Then the Natural History Museum – solidly built, imposing and in classical style. The look of the stadium is rather spoiled by a modern extension that looks as though a flying saucer has landed on top of it.

The cycleway went into Grant Park – sometimes known as ‘Chicago’s front yard’. The park is part of a long stretch of open space on the shore of Lake Michigan that’s remained largely undeveloped and open to to the public since the nineteenth century. Bonnie told us that preventing the land from being built on has historically been something of a challenge. In the early twentieth century Aaron Montgomery Ward, (who first developed mail-order catalogue shopping – and became very wealthy as a result) fought a number of legal battles (and made some powerful enemies in the process), to stop development of the waterfront area and maintain the rights of all of Chicago’s people to access it. He’s something of a local hero as a consequence. Ward’s office was high up a building that overlooks Grant Park – Bonnie said that this was so that he could keep an eye on the park to make sure no inappropriate developments were going on!

We paused at an enormous and elaborate fountain – like something from Versailles, the Buckingham Fountain was built with money donated by Kate Buckingham in memory of her brother, Clarence.

There were some young women in graduation robes and mortar boards having their pictures taken in front of the fountain – they looked to be very happy and we congratulated them. It was a lovely reminder of graduation to come in Bath when I get back home – that’s always a good day.

In Grant Park there was also a beautiful rose garden where a couple were getting married. The garden was set up with chairs for the guests and the couple were standing in front of a big rose arch. We were passing just as he was making his vows. We paused to watch for a while – who knows, it might be us getting married in a year or two!

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On the other side of the street, Bonnie pointed out the Blackstone Hotel – where apparently the saying ‘smoke-filled rooms’ to refer to political plotting and scheming was first applied! That’s not surprising that such a saying comes from Chicago!

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Ever since we decided on coming to Chicago, Matthew had wanted to go to Millennium Park. So when Bonnie asked us if we should go there next, of course he said yes! The park has an amazing garden – lots of grasses, with purple planting arranged in drifts. There were volunteer guides at the garden and while Matthew explored, Bonnie and I chatted to them. I said that I was visiting Chicago and when a volunteer asked me where I was from, I suggested that she might be able to guess. “The Netherlands or Germany”, she said! What is it with me and Americans not being able to hear that I’m English? When we were in California, a man we met there thought that I was “Goddam French”! When she learned that I was British she said that she’d had been on a tour of English gardens in the 1980s: Sissinghurst, Great Dixter, Hidcote. All lovely gardens that we know well. She also told us that she’d managed to get a spare ticket to the Chelsea Flower Show from a friend – a very generous friend, obviously. I imagine that even back then, Chelsea tickets were really expensive and difficult to get hold of.

It was good to admire the skyline from the gardens and Bonnie pointed out some of the beautiful buildings around us. At the Standard Oil building (now Aon), apparently the wife of the company ceo insisted that the building should be clad in Carerra marble – so it was – but apparently the marble soon started to drop off! The building does look better without it I think – rather finely austere, tall and graceful with lots of narrow vertical lines that serve to accentuate the height. Close by and just to the west was an unusual tower – Aqua – the tallest building designed by a woman, Jeanne Gang. It had shimmering bulbous and flatter sections and semi-circular balconies projecting by different amounts all the way up, Which makes it look as though the facade is undulating. Its 82 stories high – and it’s stunning.

The concert area in Millenium Park was next – with the orchestra rehearsing for that night’s performance. A real treat to listen to some Ravel and if there’s time we might get to go to the actual concert. It’s thrilling that there are free outdoor classical music concerts in Chicago.

We saw the ‘bean’ (Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate sculpture). It was beautiful – highly polished and shimmering – impossible to find a seam or a join anywhere on it. There was a security guard keeping watch and I asked her why she needed to be there – to stop people writing on it apparently. She said that the sculpture was inspired by a drop of mercury. We took lots if pictures – including of the adjacent historic Chicago Monument: the row of benches and tables where Bonnie met Frank!

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On next to the Crown Fountain – a pair of amusing rectangular columns with water cascading off the top and down three sides. The fourth side display huge moving images of faces and every 15 minutes a jet of water looked like it was coming out of a person’s mouth. The pool at the base of the fountain was overflowing with children splashing about, whooping and yelling and just having a wonderful time. All around the edge their carers relaxed and chatted. When the spouts started the children went crazy and congregated under them – getting absolutely soaked. We were beginning to get soaked too, because it had begun to rain quite heavily, so we headed into Toni’s, a little French café around the corner for some lunch.

After lunch we went to the Chicago Cultural building, which was opposite the café. It used to be the main library and the headquarters of the Grand Army of the Republic. Incredibly it was threatened with demolition, it has the largest Tiffany glass dome in the world, which has been recently restored. Beautiful smooth marble walls inlaid with borders of mosaic tile in different shades of green – some in the shape of stylised tulips, others with geometric designs. Inside a (rather loud) gospel music festival was just finishing, also a fantastic exhibition of architects and designers Alfonso and Margaret Ianelli. Beautiful work that Matthew has already blogged about.

Bonnie took us to the Chicago River, not dyed green at the moment as it’s not near St Patrick’s day! But seeing the size of the river made me think that getting it to be green must be an incredibly big task. We saw the amazing Marina City twin towers. These are locally known as the ‘Corncobs’. Seeing them in real life was thrilling. But they were not as high as I’d expected them to be. Nonetheless, they look more graceful in real life than I thought they’d be. The concrete floors hardly seem deep enough to take the weight of all the cars parked on them. Next door the elegant, tall black IBM building (as was – they’re no longer there) – the first of an amazing collection of towers in Chicago that were designed by Mies van de Rohe.

I’d been hoping to get my haircut before leaving the UK. But there hadn’t been time. So I asked a street cleaner where the nearest barber shop was, (they always seem to know where everything is). He directed me to the Illinois Centre – an odd, 1980s rounded building. I had my haircut while Bonnie and Matthew had some tea in a nearby café. The woman cutting my hair was Mexican and was interested in running. She said that when she went running it hurt. So we talked about how maybe she needed to run for less time or not so far and gradually build up distance. I also said that she could try having a shoe fitting to see if that would help.

Our day of sightseeing in central Chicago was almost done. We saw some more incredible Mies van de Rohe towers – the Federal Center – breathtaking: sleek and dark and generously proportioned. Really dignified buildings. I loved them.

At the base of the Chase building we saw an extraordinary Marc Chagal mosaic mural of the four seasons.

During the day Frank tracked down a vegan restaurant. What a sweet man. So we headed off to meet up for dinner. Native Foods had a cycling promotion poster on the wall (always a good sign), the food was good and there was lots of it. There was so much in fact that on this rare occasion that I was in a restaurant where I would eat desert, when it came to it I was too full!

The ride back to Bonnie’s was wonderful. Dusk was falling and the was warm and the air was sweetly scented. Bonnie took us through some parks and attractive new residential developments.

Once we arrived home Matthew fell asleep almost immediately. I stayed up and to talk to Frank for a little while – mostly about the changes in Apple iOS 7!

That was a good day.

Summary – day 01 – Bristol to Chicago – Planes and trains and automobiles … and buses and bicycles and walking

It was a mammoth journey to get to Chicago from Bristol. We took a train from Bristol to Reading , but we couldn’t cycle to the railway station as we normally would because we’d had to pack our touring bicycles away in cases so they could travel with us on the plane. Our train left Bristol at 05:30 and we were a little uncertain about taking our packed bicycles in a taxi and in any case we wondered if a taxi would be reliable at that time of day. So Matthew hatched a plan to get us on our way. Our early morning alarm went off at 4:00 am and after a very quick shower and breakfast Matthew used one of his other (4) bicycles to go and pick up a van that’s part of our car club pool of vehicles – fortunately it’s parked near Bristol’s main railway station. Once there he put the bicycle he was using in the back of the van and drove back home. At the house, one bike came out of the van and the two packed bikes and their panniers went in. Along with a very bleary-eyed Mike! I spent the time while Matthew was away checking all the doors and windows of the house (again), switching everything off and pulling plugs out of sockets. It’s another of my OCD things.

We drove to the railway station and Matthew returned the van while I tried to collect the train tickets from the ‘Fast Ticket’ machine and get all the bags to the right platform. The Fast Ticket computer said “No” to issuing me with tickets – I didn’t have the right credit card apparently – even though the tickets were bought using a joint account credit card, the stupid machine wanted Matthew’s version, not mine. Bristol Temple Meads was surprisingly busy at 5:00 am, but of course there were not staff at the ticket counter at that time of day *fume*. I sent Matthew a text message about collecting the train tickets himself, hoped that he had the right credit card and made my way to the platform. Fortunately, Matthew was able to get the tickets and we boarded the train. The train manager wondered what was on the bags and why we wanted to store them in the cycle compartment! There were several other cyclists on the train – some in Lycra road racing gear, so I wondered if there was an event that they were going to – but I was too tired to ask them!

At Reading we changed to the RailAir coach – which is just a coach with a name that makes it sound more exciting than it actually is. Also waiting at the bus stop was a young man who was wearing a Nike T-shirt with ‘Running Sucks’ written across it in big letters – seeing as he was quite overweight I wondered if he’d ever done enough running to be able to make a proper assessment. He looked funny in any case!

Virgin Atlantic – the airline taking to Chicago and returning us from Washington is based in Heathrow terminal 3, which has undergone an amazing transformation since I was last there in the 1980s – then it was a 1960s white box with some horrid clashing and glaring 70s and 80s additions. Now it’s all sleek with high ceilings, tinted glass and marble floors.

Matthew had brought along a Sainsbury’s shopping bag with some breakfast food in it – in case we were hungry on the journey and I couldn’t find anything vegan to eat at the airport. So we brought a tub if hummus, some bread rolls, four small pots of soya yoghurt, some vegan biscuits with us. At the checking-in desk and oversize baggage handling I ended up carrying the food bag and it was with me as I went through security. This was a mistake. So, like a lamb to the slaughter I bundled my pannier bag, wallet, keys, iPhone, jacket, and That Bag of Food onto the conveyor belt and walked through the security gate. So far so good. I passed through the gate without incident. But as my stuff went through the adjacent x-ray machine I could hear a deafening alarm going off. “Just come over here for a minute please, sir”, said a member of the security staff … It turned out that the half eaten pot of hummus, (Matthew had had a go at it on the train) and the four pots of soya yoghurt were regarded as liquid and I stood accused of trying to smuggle prohibited items, onto the plane, threatening the lives of everyone on board in the process. I was required to wait at the other side of the security gate and endure a lecture about not bringing liquids on planes and wait for ages while the offending items were tested. If they were going to get chucked out anyway, I didn’t understand why they needed to be tested. Anyway, I was given a choice: did I want to keep the yoghurts and hummus and forgo getting on the flight, or give up the yoghurts and hummus and be allowed to fly? Meanwhile everyone else around me was passing through the security gates with apparent ease and I was feeling a little like a naughty schoolboy being given a talking to in front of the class. I thought that deploying my defence: “This isn’t actually my bag – I didn’t pack these things”, had the potential to get me into even more trouble, so I had to endure the humiliation. I did point out the difficulties usually encountered with getting food suitable for vegans in the kind of places that served food in airports. But he looked at me like I was mad, and said rather wearily “I wouldn’t know about that, sir. But there’s an information desk over there where you can ask.” Matthew, rather wisely under the circumstances, had gone through a separate gate some way off and was also (rather wisely), looking quizzically on from a distance. So the Great Yoghurt and Hummus Security Incident was resolved with my meekly promising that I wouldn’t try to to smuggle prohibited items on the plane ever again. Once in the departure lounge Eat had soya milk, so I could have some coffee and a little pot if fruit. I made Matthew go and fetch it.

Once we we had boarded the plane we passed three men sitting in a row, all wearing identical green polo shirts with a list if names printed on the back. Rich, Ade and Shaun (accompanied by their stuffed toy mascots), who were traveling to Chicago to begin a fund-raising motorbike ride along Route 66 – America’s old Main Street. They wanted to ride on old Harley Davidson motorbikes for 2,451 mi (3,945 km) from Chicago to Los Angeles to raise money for cancer care. The names on their backs were Rich’s parents – both parents had died from cancer in the last two years.

IMG_3483What a bunch of stars they were – and there are so many people doing good things like that. Cancer touches all our lives and I felt sad to think about all the people whose lives it affects but also happy about what they were doing to help others. We chatted about our trips – they were amazed to hear about our journey by bicycle, we are going to be doing it the hard way they told us. We wished each other luck and I went to my seat. By the window! Fab!!

For any geeks out there (well me and Matthew’s dad only probably – possibly Paul will be interested), we’re on a Virgin Atlantic Airbus A340-300. A beautiful wide bodied plane, which has four engines. There are 235 passengers and 11 crew on board. The estimated flight time is eight hours. The journey takes us out of Heathrow and across Wales and central Ireland then along 59 degrees latitude coming into N. America over Goose Bay, Ontario the Great Lakes and into Chicago.

I have to admit that I wasn’t all that keen on flying Virgin – I dislike Richard Branson, I think the company is vulgar and their marketing is misogynist. I also think that Virgin take a lot of public money to deliver overpriced and poorly performing services, while still managing to pay their shareholders fat (tax-supported) dividends and afford Mr B a wasteful and excessive lifestyle. Virgin happened to fly into Chicago and back from Washington at times that suited us best, so we didn’t really have much choice (despite what all the low tax, free market capitalists would have us believe). The flight cabin of the plane was boiling hot when we boarded – a faulty auxiliary power unit, apparently. Everyone in upper class and business class were getting cold drinks as we waited to take off, the rest of us in steerage just had to put up with the sweltering heat. Once we were on our way it cooled down and to their credit, Virgin served some nice vegan food – mild vegetable curry with coconut basmati rice for lunch, and chickpea pâté sandwiches (don’t mention the hummus), for tea.

Coming in over Lake Michigan to land at O’Hare airport was fantastic – it’s bright, sunny and very warm in Chicago – but unfortunately there was too much mist to make out much of the Downtown area as we made our descent.

The man at US immigration was funny when I told him that we were cycling to Washington. Apparently everyone who drives in America is either drunk or sending text messages on their cell (mobile) phones – so we should take extra care. The bicycle bags attracted lots of the usual sort of attention as we headed to Bonnie’s apartment in Chicago. She’s our first WarmShowers host of our journey.

A metro and a bus took us to Bonnie’s apartment block. The concierge was expecting us and was really welcoming. Bonnie is lovely and had arranged with her friend, Frank, to have dinner prepared for us. We had a lovely vegan dinner. Did lots of talking about our travels and our families. But I was so tired it was difficult to concentrate – we went to bed at about 8:30 pm local time (about 2am UK time). We’d been on the move for about 22 hours by that time, (on top of only a few hours sleep the night before) – so off to bed and some very much-needed sleep.

Today’s Mum’s birthday – Happy birthday Mum!

Today we’re setting off for Chicago and it’s also my Mum’s birthday. I’d better not write how old, as I’d be in trouble if that particular number was broadcast very far! I’m a little sad that we won’t get to see her, because she’s had a torrid year – battling cancer and dealing with all the many and various manifestations of pain and discomfort associated with her treatment. Surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy have all continued for months and months. She’s suffered dreadfully and it’s upsetting to witness all that happening to her. For a while, we all feared that her cancer might be terminal. She’s getting better and better though – looking wonderful and now has hair again! That’s got to be good!!

We’ve seen something of a different part of Mum’s character, especially since her treatment began. She’s always been quite self-effacing, saying things like “don’t worry about me”, “I’ll be fine”, “you do want you want”, “I just want you to be happy” – all the while, (of course), doing what she wants or working to make sure that things turn out as she would like! Mum’s steely determination reminds me of Grandma – her mother – who I adored and who was an extraordinary powerful matriarch. But Mam’s been steadfastly brave – pushing herself to get well and extraordinarily forthright about “Beating this bastard”, as she puts it!

Mam’s been quite businesslike about it all, but of course it’s necessary to accept help and curiously it’s often harder to accept help than to give it. But also Mam’s illness has been responsible for bringing lots of people closer together and that’s been the best part of the last 16 months or so. I’ve been going over to see her and have really enjoyed staying with my sister Lisa and brother-in-law Stuart and my niece, Sadie. Lisa is a crazy runner, too. Come to think of it, our family seems full of individuals who really don’t do anything by halves! Even with cancer, Mam managed to achieve the unusual and have two different kinds of cancer simultaneously!

I’ve really enjoyed getting out and about running around Potters Bar with Lisa and sometimes some of her running buddies. Mam’s had amazing support from Lisa and Stuart and Sadie – who’s 12 now and who was with Mam when the cancer diagnosis came. Many other family members have been wonderful, too – Jane’s been going through the final year of her degree while all this has been going on and still managed to pull off a first! incredible!! My middle sister Lynn has a young son to bring up as a single mum, while holding down a demanding job but gets to bring Mam to Portsmouth from Hertfordshire to do her bit. Nina our cousin has lobbied clinicians and kept us informed about Mam’s prognosis in the early days. Cousin Catherine visited Mum in hospital and even gave us a private guided tour of Westminster Abbey as a bit of relief from the hospital! Mam’s friend Michelle and Catherine and young Ella have always been there and played a vital role in persuading Mam to face down her tech fears and learn to use an iPad! Now Mam makes FaceTime calls, sends Facebook messages, emails and even sends output to an air printer! It’s been rather wonderful that so many of our older relatives and friends are getting themselves connected and embracing new technology. There’s hope for all of us!

So, the best I can do today is say “Happy birthday Mam”, with a FaceTime call and a blog post. I miss you all. We’re looking forward to reading your comments on our blog and to treating you when we return.Mam on her birthday, with Lisa, Sadie, Lynn and JimmyMam on her birthday, with Lisa, Sadie, Lynn and Jimmy

The end of the latest academic round

There are several reasons why we were so late getting to bed last night, (it was 2:30 am – and we were catching a 5:30 am train!). Loathe though I am to admit it, but Matthew is right with his observations about my inability to decide what to take to wear and my dithering over what to include given my determination to travel as lightly-loaded as possible. However, I am also just coming out of a protracted bout of lower back pain – possibly not unrelated to having also just about come to the end of the academic year. I’ve been through a groaning mountain of marking and reading.

This year I took up two new external examiner positions – meaning even more assignments and examination scripts and dissertations to read. As the positions were both new it’s also been a case of reading through degree programme details, module outlines, learning outcomes, assessment weightings and checking through all the grades. It’s always more onerous with the first set of work with an unfamiliar institution. I’ve had meetings to attend in Bournemouth and London, too. I only finished reading through and commenting on everything yesterday and sent my report to London at about 6:30 last evening. So that’s when I felt like I could begin packing for our trip!

Being an external examiner is a bit of a thankless task – but it’s always interesting – good to meet other academic colleagues and learn about what they’re doing. Timing is dreadful though – all their students’ work is ready to check just as I’ve finished working on my own students’ assignments. I was worn out and really looking forward to the holiday, even though I’d done very little planning for this one, (Matthew’s been brilliant and done almost all if it – route planning, accommodation, packing and much more – even though he’s just started a new job himself). So imagine my delight when this arrived in my inbox at 8:00!

Mike, as my 14 year old would say, ‘wow’! That is the best external comments I have ever read in 20 years of dealing with really good externals! There is a great deal to think about across the board, really useful and thoughtful insights. You pick up on a number of issues that we continually grapple with, your voice is a welcome one to help us with these struggles. Thank you very much for your hard work. Enjoy your cycling and I look forward to discussing these points with you in July, best regards, Stuart

That gave me a real lift and so even though we’re both dog-tired, I’m feeling really optimistic and excited about the trip and the ride ahead!

Our proposed route

We’re expecting to cycle just under 900 miles from Chicago to Washington DC.

Our route takes into six US states: Illinois, Indiana, Ohio West Virginia, Pennsylvania and Maryland. We’ll visit Dayton, Columbus and Pittsburgh. Our friend Mike is joining us in Pittsburgh and then we’ll travel together on to Ohiopyle, (where we’re going to Fallingwater – a US national monument built in 1935 and designed by Frank Lloyd Wright). We’ll go to Columbia and stay at Mike’s house, then we should be in Washington DC for the 4th July Independence Day celebrations!

Here’s a map of our proposed journey (you can click on it to make it bigger):

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Summary – day 25 – San Diego: Something for everyone

Monday 19 September, San Diego
Posted by Matthew

Our final day of the trip, our flight back to England departs from San Diego at 20.05. Following a bit of tweaking of our packed bike bags, (just to make sure that nothing untoward might happen to them on the plane), we spent most of the day in downtown (centre) San Diego, around the old Gas Lamp Quarter.

Matthew wanted to mooch around the shops, (having purchased virtually nothing except food for over three weeks). Mike was keen to visit the retired US Navy aircraft carrier, Midway, which is now a floating museum and moored at a specially built pier on the San Diego waterfront.

We decided to split up for the morning and then meet up for lunch. Following a nice veggie lunch I persuaded, (a rather reluctant) Mike to take a bus to visit more shops at Fashion Valley – an outdoor mall, about half an hour’s bus ride north of San Diego, with the promise that we’d be back at Ann and Brad’s by 4.30.

I had been longing to visit one particular shop when we reached our final destination – Crate & Barrel. It’s a bit like Habitat, (now sadly almost all gone in the UK) – but with a very American feel to it. Think Ralph Lauren meets Oprah and Martha Stewart. Off we went on a bus. It was hot there and going in to the stores was a bit of a relief from the bright sunshine and heat! I only purchased a few things and so we weren’t there long. Apart from Crate & Barrel I gave my custom to one other store – those of you who know me well, will appreciate how restrained of me this is. I went to Old Navy – the low-cost member of the Gap family. Old Navy is only available in the USA. I acquired a lovely set of compression running clothing and what very good value it was too. I have said to Mike that I will give running a go when we get back to the UK and now I have the perfect outfit. Who knows, perhaps we’ll run on the USA west coast next time! We caught the tram (or trolley as they call them here), back from Fashion Valley to downtown – Mike enjoyed this a lot.

After picking up a thank-you bunch of flowers for Ann and one chocolate brownie for Brad (he’s rationing himself), we caught the bus back to their house. Ann and Brad both took us to the airport. This was immensely kind and helpful. Mike and the bagged bikes travelled in Brad’s pickup and me with Ann in her car. After bidding our farewells to Ann and Brad, Mike bid farewell to the bikes until we reached London.

Off we went for our final Starbucks’ of the holiday and then found a spot to sit close to a electricity socket, so we could charge our iPhones while catching up with the latest few Archers’ podcasts. The plane left thirty minutes later than scheduled and as we took off we were able to watch through the window as the lights of San Diego lit the city. A very poignant sight.

Summary – day 24 – San Diego: Oh, to be in England

San Diego, Sunday 18 September
Posted by Mike

It’s a beautiful warm and sunny day in San Diego. It seems strange to think that in just over 24 hours we’ll be back in the UK – and in the autumn!

Making the most of the summer sun while we can, we spent most of the day in Balboa Park, the largest art and culture park in the world. It was created as part of two international exhibitions in 1915-16 and 1935-36.

Today Balboa Park has beautiful gardens, fountains and amazing lath botanical house (to keep it cool – an extraordinary idea for northern Europeans!

Balboa Park has 25 museums and galleries, including the San Diego Air and Space Museum, (with the Apollo 9 command [landing] module and moon rocks), and the San Diego Model Railroad Museum, (Mike is more than a little excited with these last two venues!).

Among the buildings in Balboa Park is a collection of cottages known as the ‘Houses of Pacific Relations’. Each cottage attempts to represent the culture, (as decided by each cottages’ society) of a different nation – many of them European – including France, Sweden, Denmark, Finland, Germany, Lithuania, Eire, Scotland and, of course, England.

Each Sunday on a rotating basis, one of the cottage societies puts on a day of celebrations to represent their country. Today was the turn of the Austrian cottage. Austria, (through the interpretation of the USA) includes lots of people wearing national costumes: the men wore woollen knee-length ‘socks’, which had been adapted with a separate section for the calf. I assume this made them a little more comfortable in the sweltering San Diego heat. Food was, of course wurst and apple strudel (not eaten together). Entertainment first consisted of lots of men doing a sort of wood-chopping dance whilst yodelling and slapping their leather leiderhosen-clad buttocks; then a women singing, (if you could call it singing), an Austrian love song; then a couple, (further from Christopher Plumber and Julie Andrews you could not find), re-enacting the scene from the Sound of Music where Captain von Trap dances the ländler with Maria. Mike, who is not very keen on Austria (largely based on its role in both WW1 and WW2), muttered something about how he thought that the people staffing the Polish cottage were beginning to look a little nervous and strode off, (Hitler was Austrian).

We finished out tour of the House of Pacific Relations/Cottages by visiting the England cottage. My oh my, what a vision of England we found! Almost every wall of the cottage was decorated with royal family memorabilia! Flags of Will and Kate adorned the archway, while a spooky doll of Princess Diana (Princess Barbie-Di … Darbie?!), was encased in a glass dome, along with numerous magazines with pictures of Lady Di on the cover arranged around the doll in the dome. The few exhibits that didn’t involve the royal family included a cricket bat, a picture of a pearly king and queen, a picture of a penny-farthing made from a pre-decimal penny and half-penny. There were also, perhaps inevitably, tea and some cucumber sandwiches offer. We suggested that more up-to-date additions to the cottage could include a jar of Marmite! The (fairly young) guy staffing the cottage was married to a British women, which is why he was involved in helping out there. He was quite keen to try and update the exhibit as well, suggesting they should play God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols. I think our suggestion of a jar of Marmite is more likely to be approved by the England Cottage Society – but only just, it might still be a bit too modern!

Summary – day 23 – Solana Beach to San Diego and … into Mexico! (Saturday 17 September)

Summary – day 23 – Solana Beach to San Diego and into Mexico (Saturday 17 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 56 miles, actual: 54.17 miles
Avg. speed: 13.3 mph
Final distance: 1,664.44 miles

Our final day’s riding – it began with lots of mixed emotions: we definitely felt a real sense of achievement at having almost completed our journey, but this was rather overwhelmed by a sense of sadness that this particular adventure is almost over.

As we exited the front of our hotel, quite a sight greeted us and immediately lifted our spirits. Dozens of cyclists were out for their Saturday morning rides. There were hardly any people riding alone – lots of twos and threes – and more – and heading in both directions. It was like the San Diego cycling welcoming committee knew we were arriving and had turned out in force to help us celebrate the end of our journey!

We set off towards San Diego and quickly caught up with a group of eight cyclists. They were a section of the San Diego Bicycle Club, out on an introductory ride for new cyclists. Cycling is huge in San Diego apparently and we continued to be quite amazed at how many cyclists were out riding this morning. The group were really lovely, but making fairly slow progress, so We left the San Diego Bicycle Club group behind as we rode uphill and through the Torrey Pines State Park.

At a junction before Rose Canyon, we weren’t sure about which direction to take – ahead on the cycle path alongside the main road, or right on a longer, more picturesque route past the university, through the canyon and down to the bay. While we were stood at the intersection pondering our options, three men in Lycra wheeled up and waited at the lights – so we asked their advice, “Just follow us.” they said. They were friends out for a morning ride through the canyon and they reckoned this was the best way into the city. One was a psychologist, who worked in Solana Beach, another worked in IT and the third was a sales representative for a range of cycling clothing brands – mainly European clothing such as Nalini and Santini. They were all nicely kitted out at any rate. They also kept up quite a fast pace as we were riding. It was exciting to be pedalling hard and fast through wood-lined roads, past University of California San Diego buildings and along cycle-ways back through La Jolla to the sea. After a few miles, our ways parted – they were looping back north and they directed us to continue on south through Mission Bay Park.

There was no let up in the volume of cyclists as we rode around Mission Bay Park, on yet another nicely-marked route. The park curves around a broad expanse of water. The whole place was very well used – in addition to cyclists, there were in-line roller-skaters, water skiers and people riding on little jetskis. Groups of families and friends were setting up gazebos and readying themselves for picnics, children were running about and playing – it was all rather wondrous.

The route continued towards downtown and past an enormous Space and Naval Warfare Systems Command establishment and the airport. We’d already seen some aeroplanes taking off and coming in to land and Matthew had said: “Just think, we’ll be on one of those planes the day after tomorrow.” I don’t think that was calculated to cheer me up!

The Pacific Highway passed very close to the end of the runway and as we approached, we watched a plane make its descent and land – San Diego airport is notorious for having a short runway and for being so close to built-up parts of the city. Up close it was extraordinary how close to built-up areas and the road the aeroplanes are when they’re coming in. As the road drew closer to the end of the runway a plane passed low right above us on its way in to land. Huge! Loud!! Brilliant!!! I could have stood and watched several more, but watching planes wasn’t the purpose of the day and inexplicably, Matthew fails to be drawn to aeroplanes, (I do think that sometimes he’s not very adept at being a boy). I’ll get my chance to do some plane spotting when we’re at the airport on Monday I suppose.

We stopped at a junction just past the airport and I said “Hi, nice bike!” to a man riding a beautiful white Isaac carbon fibre bicycle (Isaac are based in the Netherlands), it had Campagnolo drivetrains and wheels. It turned out that he was called Isaac, too! He liked the idea that he and his bike shared a name. I liked that too. He’d just been to the gym and was finishing his exercises with a post-gym ride on a loop down towards the Mexican border.

Isaac turned out to be a real star! When we told him about our trip and that we were on our final leg, he very kindly offered to lead us to the border crossing point. He took us through downtown San Diego, via the bicycle lanes and cycle paths through San Diego bay past the Imperial Beach US naval helicopter facility and on to the border.

We chatted all the way and it was wonderful to get to know someone who knew so much about the area. Isaac was a single parent of a nine-year old boy, (Grandma was looking after him today). Isaac works as an ophthalmologist, but he’s hoping to retrain as an advice worker and counsellor. We were cycling past lots of big white salt-extracting ponds when Isaac pointed ahead: “That’s Mexico!”, he shouted. Over a barbed-wire fence we could see a massive Mexican flag on a pole rising high above the buildings, with mountains behind. We were almost there!

As we approached the border, Isaac’s rear wheel developed a slow puncture. His second in the short time we’d known him. He told us that he’d not had any punctured for ages, but now he’d had two in the last 45 minutes. We wondered if perhaps we’d jinxed him and we were a little guilty about leaving him to repair the puncture while we went on to the border crossing point and hopefully into Mexico.

There were hundreds of people milling about at the border crossing. Many of them were carrying big parcels and bags or wheeling cases. It was so exciting. We weren’t certain that we’d quite arrived, then Isaac said: “There is it, right there” and we went along a kind of open air covered corridor and towards a high metal railing with people streaming through wide metal turnstile barriers. We had to walk through the turnstiles and into Mexico by tipping our bicycles up onto their back wheels to manoeuvre them through the gates, but it was easy. And there we were … we were in Mexico. We’d done it … Canada to Mexico by bicycle.

On the other side of the turnstile there was a stone and bronze plaque marking the line of the border.

We took some pictures, but we didn’t really have much time to savour our experience or reflect upon what we’d just done. The border crossing into Mexico was teeming with people laden with stuff and our bicycles were causing something of an obstruction so we moved on into Tijuana. We also knew that entering the US from Mexico would be slightly more difficult and time-consuming than entering Mexico from the US. We took some more pictures inside the Mexican border and on spotting what seemed to be the biggest queue in the world, (and being English), thought we’d better join it. No queue to get in to Mexico, but a huge queue to get out and back into the USA!

The border on the Mexican side was frankly unpleasant. Tawdry stalls and unpleasant-smelling food carts. Lots of beggars, (including some children), most with physical impairments. Buskers singing Spanish songs and playing guitars. We spent one hour and ten minutes in the queue. A young man queuing beside us, who said that he lived in Mexico and works in a restaurant by San Diego airport, told us that he crosses the border most days and that today was a fast day!

Once at the head of the queue we were processed pretty quickly – passports scanned and bags passed through an x-ray machine then back in the USA. At passport control, I had hoped to get another stamp in my passport, but I didn’t. I risked asking for one, but I was told they were only given on first entry to the US.

We set a route to Ann and Brad’s on Garmin – just under 14 miles away and set off – heading north for only the second time in our trip, (Vancouver airport to our first Warm Showers host was travelling north). Ann arrived home just as we got there. Brad was away visiting their daughter in San Francisco. We talked and ate dinner then gave our bicycles a quick clean, dismantled them and put them in the bags that were waiting for us in Ann and Brad’s garage. We’ll be exploring San Diego on foot tomorrow, which will seem a little strange, I’m sure.

Summary – day 22 – Seal Beach to Solana Beach (Friday 16 September)

Summary – day 22 – Seal Beach to Solana Beach (Friday 16 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 79 miles, actual: 81.19 miles
Avg. speed: 14.00 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,610.27 miles

Our penultimate day’s riding. I feel rather sad, really. It seems like such a long time and so many miles ago that we were newly arrived and so excited about exploring Vancouver. At the same time, it feels like the last three weeks have gone by very quickly.

As if reading my mood, our departure from Ayres’ Hotel was rather dull and grey this morning. Matthew wanted a picture of the ’12-lane highway’ that we cycled over last night. While he was taking the picture, I counted the lanes – and actually there were 14 + 2 hard shoulders! That’s the San Diego Freeway for you. Looking at the cars whizzing by on it last night in the dark reminded me of a scene in the 1982 film Koyaanisqatsi, (directed by Godfrey Reggio with music by Philip Glass). The film is a kind of mesmerising tone poem without any narrative, but full of arresting images of natural landscapes contrasted with cityscapes. I remember seeing it when it was released, I was living in Leeds and becoming more radical by the week at that time I think. Anyway, it’s a wonderful film – recommended.

We wound our way back to the coast and passed a huge Boeing space plant at Huntington Beach – exciting! It seems a little extraordinary to be beside a Boeing factory – I come from Newcastle in north-east England, we’re not supposed to be at the Boeing space plant just south of Los Angeles!

On the coast itself, a wide bicycle track took us south, along with dozens of other cyclists – most on Lycra, in groups doing their Friday morning exercises. It always inspires confidence to see lots of other riders out on the road. It obviously makes us all much more visible to motorists, so everyone just feels safer. Two young men rode alongside us for a while and complimented us on our jerseys – they said that we “looked cool” (*glow*), and wanted to know where our cycling kit came from. We told them about Rapha and they seemed quite excited about it being available in the USA – I thought that perhaps we should be on commission – or even sponsored, really. Although these two fellows might be a little less enthusiastic when they see how much Rapha gear costs!

The path by the beach was fantastic, it ran parallel with Pacific Coast Highway and went on for miles. In Huntington Beach there were some odd cyclists’ warning signs telling us to limit our cycling speed to 10 mph. First, that’s ridiculously slow and second, how are the vast majority of cyclists without speed gauges ever going to be able to know what speed they’re travelling at? We ignored the speed limit and hoped we wouldn’t be stopped – Garmin was showing that we were averaging over 14 mph … I was a little concerned that he might be taken and used in evidence against us.

On into Newport Beach and Laguna Beach – strange places really; beautifully manicured, (universally by Hispanic labourers by the looks of things), pretty and prosperous town centres, (where almost everyone was white) and every half a mile or so another gated community entrance, some with little sentry boxes guarding the entrances (staffed by you-know-who). It creeped me out a bit and we were glad to get past all that wealthy racist paranoia. Who are the people who live in these of places? What on earth are they afraid of or hiding from? I just don’t get it I’m afraid.

San Clemente seemed a little bit more down to earth and we were planning our lunch stop there as it was at about 40 miles in. Unfortunately, the way-marked, quiet cycling route completely bypassed the town centre where all the shops and cafés were. By the time we’d realised this, we were well through the town to the far side – we didn’t particularly want to double back and so we hoped for another opportunity to stop and refuel later on.

Old Highway 101 still exists in many places along this part of the coast, but almost all of the motorised traffic travels on the San Diego Freeway. This leaves cyclists and pedestrians with a very pleasant route. After a short while we came across another ghost bike (our third on this trip), in memorial to another fallen cyclist. In addition to the white bike, there were some cycling jerseys attached to the fence and scores of cyclists’ bidons (water bottles), suggesting this was a memorial to a racing cyclist. It was sad to see. The bidons hanging around the bike reminded us of the candles that people light in Catholic churches in front of statues of the saints.

Along the road we came to San Onofre State Beach Park, (a national park open to the public at the agreement of the US marines, as it occupies military land). The road followed a long narrow strip between the sea and the freeway. All the way along the park were picnic benches, fire pits, toilets and shower blocks. A lot of people were camped there, it looked like a popular surfers’ destination. The park eventually came to an end and the road stopped but became a paved cycle track where only cyclists could proceed through narrow pinch-points. Our route continued along a fantastic, (if slightly desolate) path that weaved alongside and under the freeway. After a few miles the cycle path ended abruptly … and near to a freeway entrance.

We were bracing ourselves for a hair-raising bit of riding along the freeway, when two local cyclists came past us. They told us that if we had ID with us we could take a safer, more pleasant route to Oceanside through Camp Pendleton, the base of the United States Marine Expeditionary Force. What’s a (gay) cycling man to do in such circumstance? Ride on the heavily trafficked freeway or avail himself of the opportunity to ride through a marine corp base and gawp at soldiers? We took the very sensible advice of the couple of cyclists of course and headed for the camp … and the marines!

We had to show our passports at the Camp Pendleton guardhouse and the soldier on duty seemed a little hesitant about letting us through … He left us for a few minutes to get some advice, then returned and allowed us to proceed – along with warnings about our not being allowed to cycle through the base after sunset. What a cheek! It was 4 o’clock and sundown is at about 7. Anyone would be more than capable of riding the six miles or so through the camp in three hours! Rather than make that point, we were very polite and English, thanked him and set off. That was a rather worrying moment though – the only other road was the Freeway and although it was possible to cycle on it at this point, it looked horrendous and we really didn’t fancy it. I would have liked to have taken some pictures of Camp Pendleton too, but I didn’t want to risk a gaol sentence this far into our journey!

On the other side of Camp Pendleton, we stopped in Oceanside (about 15 miles from Solana beach). We’d missed lunch, so were feeling very hungry by now. We had coffee and some cake (naturally) in a lovely old-fashioned 60s-era diner. Then the final fairly well-populated stretch along the coast, through Carlsbad (home to Legoland California – I wasn’t allowed to go), past lagoons, lovely beaches, people out running, (three men, wearing only short-shorts and running shoes were a highlight in Cardiff by the Sea!), and into Solana Beach and the Courtyard hotel.

The receptionist ‘upgraded’ us to a ‘club’ room, (this is how they deal with the fact that they’ve just given the room you’ve booked to someone else in America – they make a virtue about giving you something better for free, while omitting to mention that they don’t have what you want). Anyway, we’re not complaining – it’s huge – with a massive jacuzzi in the room. We worked out how to fill and turn on the jacuzzi, (more difficult than might be expected), dived in, splashed about, cleaned up and hot-footed it to California Pizza a couple of blocks away for a big feed – we were ravenous by now. We’d not really eaten properly all day because of missing lunch in San Clemente.

Dinner was very good. California Pizza is a bit like Pizza Express – nice ambience, helpful staff, (ours was a sweet and beardy-surfer type) and not really expensive (the pizza – not the waiter). So we lingered there for the evening before heading back to the Courtyard for another podcast episode of the Archers. Living the California Dream

Summary – day 21 – Los Angeles (Hollywood) to Los Angeles (Seal Beach) Thursday 15 September

Summary – day 21 – Los Angeles (Hollywood) to Los Angeles (Seal Beach) Thursday 15 September
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 33 miles, actual: 39.17 miles
Avg. speed: 13.4 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,529.08 miles

After yesterday’s various arguments, mishaps and other assorted debacles, we decided to take things as easy as we could today. We thought that one way of easing our path south through LA might be to pick up a bicycle map of the city and to speak with people in a local bicycle shop to listen to their advice on where best to ride in LA, and – perhaps more importantly – where to avoid. We looked up the closest bicycle shop to our hotel – it was almost 4 miles away, (this is LA) and we decided to take a bus.

It was warming up as we went to Lion’s Bike Shop on West 29th and South Vermont. When we arrived, we explained what we were doing and asked if they had a bicycle map. They didn’t. The next nearest shop was in Downtown and we were thinking that it would be good to look around there anyway, so we headed off to the town centre.

Downtown LA is just bizarre – glitz and glamour slap bang beside poverty and decay. It’s one of the most unpleasant facets of many US cities. Large numbers of homeless people, poverty and dilapidation is very evident with boarded up shops and people selling off their possessions outside their houses. All this goes on right in front of everyone else. No-one else seems to notice or care much. Especially the better off, who seem to take the view that poverty is somehow inevitable, the fault of the poor and that nothing can (or should) be done. It’s very obvious that many of those living rough have mental illnesses of some kind and doing so little for them strikes me as so particularly cruel in a country that is so rich and that actually is so full of people who are kind and generous. I have to say that LA seems worse than anywhere else that I’ve seen in America in this respect.

In Downtown LA ‘street hosts’ have been employed to assist tourists. They’re a brilliant idea and funded by an additional agreed levy on local business taxes. We asked one of the street hosts, Humberto Terones, for directions to a bike store. When we explained why, would you believe it? He had copies of the LA bicycle route map to give away! So we needn’t have gone all that way to Lion’s Bike Shop after all. Humberto did direct us to a lovely independent bicycle shop just around the corner, though, so we headed over there to talk about the quickest/easiest way to Seal Beach.

After a pause for coffee we went over to The Spoke – a lovely shop, selling bespoke bicycles. The co-owner told us about the new 50-mile LA River cycleway that would take us to Long Beach – and he explained how best to get to it. So, route fixed, we spent the next a couple of hours exploring Downtown LA.

We wandered through the Water Plaza with its extraordinary dancing fountains next to the tall skyscrapers. We passed MOMA and then visited the LA Music Centre, home of the new Walt Disney Concert Hall, the base of the LA Philharmonic. The building is amazing – designed by Frank Gehry and has the same look as the Guggenheim in Bilbao, all swooping and curving walls of shining metal. It’s beautiful. I wish that I could attend a concert there – especially with Gustavo Dudamel at the helm, but the new season hasn’t begun yet.

We needed to get on out way, so we took the metro from the LA civic centre back to our hotel. Before leaving earlier in the day, we’d checked out of our rooms and put out bicycles into a hotel store room. We retrieved our bicycles and cycling gear and went to the men’s ‘restroom’ to change into cycling gear. Mike first, then Matthew. While he was getting changed, Matthew ‘forgot’ to lock the cubicle door, (or so he later claimed). Picture the scene: Matthew, stark naked – apart from one sock – sitting on the toilet pan and putting on the other sock, when a man walks in on him. The man was a little bit surprised. I think that even in California, you could get arrested for hanging around nude in men’s toilets, (a smart US-style lawyer would obviously be able to argue that one sock isn’t nude).

* Matthew here, I most certainly did lock the door, clearly a faulty lock.

We scarpered pretty quickly after that, (both fully clothed). Armed with our cycling maps and a route, we started our journey out of Los Angeles.

As we rode away from the Wilshire Hotel, I noticed that one of the (two) bottle cages on my bicycle had broken and wasn’t holding the bottle firmly. I was a little worried that a water bottle might jump out when I rode over a bump in the road, so alerted Matthew to keep an eye out for a bicycle store where I might be able to buy a replacement bottle cage. We spotted a bike shop on South Hoover Street and we called in. E&R Bike Shop is staffed by a man called Eduardo and his young son, Roberto. They were really impressed when they heard about our trip. Eduardo was curious about how we knew about his bicycle shop and when we told him that we were just passing by on our way from Canada to Mexico, he said that no-one had ever called in before while they were passing by on such a long journey. I picked out a new bottle cage and fitted it on my bike. I gave the old one to Roberto as a memento of our meeting! He has a bit to learn about running a bicycle shop I suspect, as he said that he thought the best way for us to get to Seal Beach was to take the train! He couldn’t quite understand why anyone would want to cycle there! I asked Eduardo how much I owed him for the new bottle cage and he said he was giving to me for free as a souvenir of our visit to his bike shop in Los Angeles. That was so very kind of them, it’s wonderful.

Our journey down Hoover brought us to the the University of Southern California campus. Students in the USA are back at college now, so it felt nice up be on such familiar territory. Lots of cyclists, of course. Just beyond the university campus was a beautiful rose garden, a science centre with aeroplanes attached to the wall, then to Matthew’s delight the stadium from the 1984 Olympics. Matthew has made comments about my boyish fascination with planes and trains. I can report that Matthew has a prodigious knowledge of – bordering on obsession about – past Olympic Games: which city in which year, (including winter), losing bidders, whether they made a profit or not and so on. His joy was unbounded to be at the stadium that made a huge profit after the financial disaster that was the Montreal Olympics in 1976, (the concept of profit or loss was irrelevant in Moscow in 1980 apparently). Pictures taken and we continued on our way.

After the stadium the route quickly moved us into a series of poverty-stricken and run-down neighbourhoods. Dilapidated churches had been set up in abandoned shops almost every few hundred metres. It seemed to me that god wasn’t doing much for the people in these neighbourhoods though, so why people were wasting their time and money on such chicanery is beyond me.*

*Matthew again, clearly people need to have hope in something when life isn’t so great. It wouldn’t be my choice either, but I can understand what motivates people in this direction.

After much longer than I expected, we found the LA River cycle track. It was fantastic: wide, smooth, flat and really well used. We had a lovely ride down to Long Beach, chatting with a few other cyclists as we rode along. In Long Beach we saw the Queen Mary – a beautiful luxury liner from the 1930s and now a floating hotel. Beside the Queen Mary the great domed hangar that housed Spruce Goose – the biggest flying boat ever built. I’d been to see both last time I was on the west coast with Paul in the Mid-80s and even though I knew they were at Long Beach, I didn’t expect to see them on this trip. It took my breath away – a magical sight in the setting sun. The rest of Long Beach was a bit of a post-modern nightmare, bridges that looked like roller coasters, for example. The good news was that there was a fantastic cycle path along the sand, for miles. If we turned around we could still see the ship and a huge bridge behind it. All around us, cyclists and runners. Bliss.

We were only about three miles from Seal Beach when the cycle path on the beach ended. There was a slightly unpleasant ride in the near dark over two busy freeway junctions to get to the Ayres’ Hotel in Seal Beach. But the hotel was such a treat, really spacious and nicely furnished. Mathew went to fetch a pizza and we ended our evening eating while listening to three episodes of the Archers. We know how to live!

Summary – day 20 – Ventura to Los Angeles (Wednesday 14 September)

Summary – day 20 – Ventura to Los Angeles (Wednesday 14 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 67 miles, actual: 73.95 miles
Avg. speed: 14.3 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,489.91 miles

Bit dull and grey this morning as we left Ventura. But actually that’s really good cycling weather. There were some routing dilemmas today. Garmin and Google didn’t agree, (as usual) and we suspected that there was a ‘third’ or better way if we just followed the waymarked Pacific Coast Cycle Route. However, sometimes the cycle routes are not that particularly well signed, especially in the towns and cities. We have often arrived at a junction and there’s absolutely no clue about which direction the route takes, but it generally doesn’t matter if we’re following Garmin. Also, on a trip like this we know that if we keep heading more-or-less south, then there’s a good chance that we’ll probably be going in the right direction. Usually we find that we happen upon the Pacific Coast Bicycle Route again.

A further complication today was how to get beyond Oxenard as we moved south around the coast after leaving Ventura. It just wasn’t clear how to navigate our way through a gap between the mountains and the sea, where a number of large military bases are situated. The map showed that the Interstate cut right through, but Garmin made it clear that we couldn’t go on that by bicycle, (and he’s always right about that sort of thing). So, Dilemma of the Day … would there be an alternative route for cycles and should we risk just trying to find it or take stupid Garmin’s advice and go on a 20 mile, hilly detour? We decided that we’d risk it.

We passed the naval base without any difficulty. The old town of Oxenard is a really pretty, traditional-looking fishing port. Then came the naval/air base at St Mugu. This was more complicated, there was a road running parallel to the Interstate, but Garmin showed it feeding onto the Interstate itself about 3 miles further on – maybe there’d be a cycle track unknown to Garmin. I was feeling tense about either having to brave the Interstate or turn back. We’d just have to see.

As we rode around the perimeter of the air base, we could see some really big helicopters coming in to land. Then we passed a curious permanent outdoor display of planes and missiles set on posts. We continued on to see what would happen as we approached the turning onto the freeway – the road we were on did lead us on to the Interstate, but there were no signs at the entrance forbidding cyclists, so we decided to risk it. The police might chuck us off – but we only needed to travel for one junction – about a mile or so – and then we knew we’d be on the Pacific Coast Highway again – a road that we knew we’d be permitted to ride on. As luck would have it, about half a mile along the road, a notice proclaimed the end of the freeway – we’d done it and were on our way to LA.

Between Point Mugu and Malibu we passed rocky cliffs with incredible folded rock strata and huge rectilinear blocks of stone strewn everywhere. We could could just make out people hiking up in the mountains in the far distance. The road itself ran along the water’s edge and huge blocks of black stone sloped down from the road into the sea to absorb the waves. There were warnings of rock slides every few hundred metres and people were working to try and stabilise the cliffs. The sea was calm, but the waves were breaking against the rocks and throwing spray into the air and onto the road. Inevitably, the road was incredibly deformed and breaking up. There were road works all along this section.

As I looked out to sea, I could see some big birds with long beaks flapping their wings rather languorously and flying only a few metres above the water – Matthew recognised them as pelicans! Superb!

As we approached Malibu, the surf beaches began. For miles there were huge cars and pickup trucks parked one after another in the narrow space between the sand and the road with surf boards propped against them. People, (overwhelmingly young men) were milling about, getting changed in or out of their wetsuits or diligently rubbing their boards with something (wax?). In the sea there were surfers riding the waves and paddling about on the water. It was a real treat to watch – although we were nervous about someone opening a car door just as we cycled past or that someone might pull their vehicles out into the road and into us. Thankfully that didn’t happen – but getting through Malibu was pretty fraught, as there was generally very little space between all the parked cars on our right and the moving cars on our left.

There were some fabulous houses on the way into Malibu – big detached affairs, either strung out over the hillside on our left or squeezed into the narrow spaces between the road and the sea on our right. Mostly we only caught glimpses through trees or deduced the splendour beyond the elaborate, chunky (and very secure) gates. Matthew spotted an outdoor hot tub carved into the rocks next to one house. We could see that some houses had complicated stilt-like supports in wood or concrete and that they were cantilevered out over the beach or even over the sea.

Leaving Malibu, we passed a September 11 memorial in a big grassy sloping area outside Pepperdine University. A national flag for every victim – all the same dimensions and evenly spaced in rows and columns.

I was hoping that the traffic on the road between Malibu and Santa Monica might reduce somewhat … but of course it didn’t. But as we arrived on the outskirts of Santa Monica – Los Angeles city limits – a cycle path began. It was really good to be off the road again. Suddenly the cycle path veered off the roadside and onto the beach itself. A long, wide flat pathway made from concrete bounded with broad flat areas of sand on both sides – quite a bit of it on the surface, too, sometimes. I’m not normally happy about cycling on sandy surfaces, they can be slippery and sand just wrecks bicycle drivetrains. But it was away from the traffic on the road and actually a lovely experience, with plenty of other cyclists and runners about. Before we arrived in Santa Monica centre, we had to turn off the beach path and head inland towards our hotel for the night: the Wilshire, towards the Downtown end of Wilshire Boulevard. Ten miles along a very heavily trafficked, fast-paced, badly surfaced road with intersections every few hundred metres or so – we were not looking forward to it.

Fortunately, Matthew had picked up a map of Santa Monica at our hotel in Ventura that showed a cycle route running parallel to Wilshire Boulevard, so we proceeded along that. Unfortunately, it stopped at a T-junction after a couple of miles and we had to join Wilshire Boulevard itself.

Matthew wanted to try and find another quieter parallel street that we might be able to ride along instead. Garmin didn’t show one and Wilshire doesn’t run in quite a straight line, so there was a danger that any parallel streets would just diverge. I was also a bit sceptical that there would be any particularly quiet streets in West LA at that time of day. We weren’t enjoying cycling in LA so far – and had only just started. We didn’t agree on the best way to get to our hotel and a fairly ‘heated debate’ ensued on the street by the Beverly Hills sign. We rode on not speaking to each other until we arrived at the hotel.

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Our room is on the top floor (12), with views to Griffith Park, Observatory and the Hollywood sign. Incredible. We were allowed to take our bicycles in the lift to our rooms, too, which was a bit of a pleasant surprise. I fell asleep almost as soon as we arrived, then went to have a shower.

Matthew was in the lobby downstairs while I cleaned myself up for the evening. Somehow I slipped over on the wet bottom of the bath while I was taking a shower. I tried to grab on to the shower curtain to steady myself, it was wet, so it slid through my hands and I went flying out of the bath and over onto the bathroom floor, banging my hip really badly and cracking my head on the toilet cistern on the way down. I gave myself a real fright. This was not turning into a good day.

I took some pain killers and got dressed.

Happily, things improved. We’ve had some really wonderful surprises on our trip along west coast; but one of the most astonishing happened before we’d even arrived. Our friend Michael had been due to start a new job in America this month. He’ll be working in Maryland on the east cost for the next two years. Michael had decided to spend a bit of time travelling before beginning work. He was travelling to Baltimore the long way round – going first to Turkey, then on to Japan to climb Mount Fuji, and then by complete coincidence was passing through Los Angeles on the same day as us. Extraordinary. We’d arranged to meet at 7.30 at our hotel so we could go eat dinner together.

When Michael arrived we headed up to Hollywood – to the ‘walk of fame’, Chinese and Kodak theatres, (where the Oscar ceremonies take place), then walked over to Sunset Boulevard to a restaurant called California Vegan for a wonderful meal – lots if tofu and soya – delicious and heaven! Such a nice change From the stuff we’ve been eating so far.

After dinner I thought we might take a taxi up to the Griffith Observatory to look down on the lights of the city (a famous inspiration for the underside of the space ship in Close Encounters, I think). This turned into a bit of a disaster, there was an enormous concert emptying out as we went up into the hills to the north of LA and the roads were closed. The traffic was terrible and we were not moving, so we had to abandon our plans and headed back to our hotel. The taxi driver was a nice guy and amazed when we told him about our cycling trip. Michael was falling asleep in the cab by now, and headed back to his hostel. We went off to bed.

So a day of mixed fortunes, really. It was lovely to meet up with Michael again. I expect that I’ll be a bit bruised after my fall tomorrow! But at least it’s only a short ride to the other side if the city to Seal Beach.

Summary – day 19 – Buelton to Ventura (Tuesday 13 September)

Summary – day 19 – Buelton to Ventura (Tuesday 13 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 65.5 miles, actual: 69.81 miles
Avg. speed: 13.6 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,415.96 miles

Woke up to puncture #10! (Mike, rear – not sure of cause – but a fresh hole in tube, rather than a mis-repair). The tyre had gone down overnight. I generally have a rule with inner tubes: three strikes (patches) and it’s out. So this particular inner tube was jettisoned and replaced with a new one. Then on to a good, hearty breakfast of muesli and fruit with Joe. Carol had left earlier to play golf, she’s quite an accomplished player by all accounts – well Joe’s account, actually. It was a shame to miss her this morning though – no picture of her unfortunately or any opportunity to say “thank you” again in person for our lovely dinner last night and for hosting us.

Joe needed to do some errands in Solvang, so after breakfast we rode in together. He on a Raleigh! We passed an ostrich farm: Ostrichland USA, Joe told us that one ostrich egg is equivalent to 18 – 24 chickens’ eggs and they’re available to buy. We weren’t tempted, there’s no room in our panniers!

We mooched around Solvang for a bit and bumped into Joe again! We were looking at the Danish pastries, (of course). Joe recommended that we try aebleskiver, a Danish delicacy available in several of the restaurants. Supposedly invented by some Dane back in history, aebleskiver are like a waffle or a pancake, but formed into a round, about the shape and size of a tennis ball and must be cooked in a special pan with ball-shaped hollows in them. The name rather suggests that they would have apple inside them … but they don’t. They were served with powdered sugar sprinkled over them and topped with raspberry jam. Matthew was offered ice cream with his, which he (too) readily accepted. I asked for a plain one … little knowing that this would mean mine would arrive without any sugar or raspberry jam! So in the picture is my ‘wholesome’ aebleskiver, Joe’s conventional aebleskiver and Matthew’s extravagant aebleskiver. Sums us up, really, I think.

We had a chance to talk some more with Joe while we ate. I mentioned cycling past the Vandenberg air force base yesterday evening and seeing the NASA plaques at the entrance. Joe said that satellite-carrying and other types of rockets were launched about once a month in the middle of the night from there. All the houses around shake and the windows rattle. If they get out of bed to look out of the window, they can see the rocket flame arcing through the sky. This sounds like a rather thrilling thing to watch to me!

Solvang has been a host town in the Tour of California for several years now and there was a really nice cycle-friendly vibe to the place. Lots of posters in the shops and restaurants advertised the Tour of California. Many people were riding around on bicycles and the town has a really good bicycle store, where we bought a spare inner tube. The bicycle shop had window displays with pictures and souvenirs from the Tour de France – excellent stuff. The store owner was away cycling – it’s Solvang’s centenary and he was leading a group anniversary ride from San Francisco back to Solvang.

Solvang reminded me a bit of München or Salzburg, quite a lot of tourists and all somewhat fake and unreal. We picked up some pastries and left Solvang at about noon to head for Santa Barbara before finishing up in Ventura, down the coast.

It was searingly hot as we headed out of town, even the wind was scorching. Joe had warned us that there was a big climb on the way to Santa Barbara. I thought, “Surely not, we’re heading to the coast.” Guess what? He was right (of course) and there was a HUGE UP AND OVER CLIMB to negotiate. It was just past Lake Cachuma in the Santa Ynez Mountains and through the San Marcos Pass on Highway 154. As well as being long, we were sweating buckets, as it was the middle of the day. To make things even worse, there was another super-scary bridge to negotiate. The Cold Spring Canyon Arch Bridge – a mere 370 m (1,214 ft) long and 128 m (420 ft) from the ground, (it’s a popular suicide spot apparently – 54 and counting and no-one has ever survived). I was not going to take a picture, I refused to look left or right, I just kept my head down and focused on the road in front of my wheel. Here’s what it look like:

Half-way up the climb, puncture # 11 (Matthew, front). To be honest, we were glad of the respite. We couldn’t actually find the hole in the tube, but the tyre was definitely soft – so we put in a new inner tube and continued upwards. Once at the top we were greeted with a sign that read: descent 8 miles at 6%. F***k! (Obviously the bit after the full-stop back there wasn’t actually on the sign, although perhaps it should be). As luck would have it, a sheriff’s patrol car was descending at the same time as we were, so all the other drivers were behaving themselves and not speeding past us around the bends. There were some really incredible views down to the sea with Santa Barbara in the distance, along the coast and around the Los Padres national forest.

We made it to Santa Barbara, which is an exquisite town. Loads of people on bicycles, nice Spanish-colonial style buildings, an attractive pier, a waterfront cycle path, lots of runners, three good looking bicycle shops and some lovely cafés in shady courtyards and squares. We decided to stop for lunch!

Garmin was playing up today, so he only routed us to Santa Barbara, then I turned his routing off because he wanted to send us back into the hills on a 45 mile jaunt to avoid the section of Highway 101 south of Santa Barbara that we can ride along because it has a cycle lane running beside it – although Garmin doesn’t seem to know it. We followed a well-marked coastal cycle route out of Santa Barbera to Carpenteria and along a beautiful stretch of waterfront to Ventura. There were at least a dozen other cyclists out on our route, on training rides. It’s been amazing to notice how many more people are out riding since we came to the southern part of California. We passed another ‘ghost bike’ though in memory if another fallen comrade.

We arrived in Ventura at about 6.30. The Pierrepoint Inn is 100 years old and in a lovely wooden building with views out to sea, (across the very busy Highway 1/101). The gardens are exquisite and the receptionist told us that the same gardener had worked here for 50 years!

The Pierrepoint Inn is unfortunately let down by its restaurant. We cleaned ourselves up, came down for dinner and saw that there was nothing on the menu for vegetarians. Not a thing! And we’re in California not Texas. We asked if the chef could rustle something up … “I’m afraid not.” Said our waitress. “Sorry, we get this problem a lot.” I replied: “Well there’s a lesson there somewhere for you”.

The waitress suggested that we try a local restaurant in the town for dinner. It was just around the corner and it was called Zack’s. She was sure they would have food that was suitable for vegetarians. So off we went.

As it happened, the suggestion to eat at Zack’s was a really good one. The food was lovely and we had a really nice evening. Shortly after we arrived, we started talking with the couple on the next table. They had overheard us discussing our cycle ride today and they asked us about our journey. They told us that they’d met Mark Beaumont when he was cycling from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego. Apparently Mark was staying on the same campsite as they were and they shared a beer with him. Good for them for helping out a fellow long-distance cyclist! It turns out that Roy and Lorissa were real genuine and knowledgeable cycling fans – they were at the restaurant to celebrate Roy’s birthday. They’d worked for a mortgage company in the past, (before all the economic mess – but they kind of saw it coming – it seems that lots of people in the banking and finance industries knew about the high levels of unsecured loans and unsustainable debt). They got out of that world and now worked as artists, living about 4 miles from Lake Cachuma, (we’d cycled past it this morning). They always go to watch the Tour of California and they’d even been to Europe just to watch the Giro D’Italia. We spent the evening chatting with them about cycling; in two years they’re planning to go to the Tour de France … maybe we’ll see them there, that’d be wonderful! Matthew said it was as if our cycling friend back in Bristol Andy Herbertson had turned up and was sitting on the next table, which was a nice thought.

After dinner and back to the hotel. We were still a little hungry, so Matthew went to find some chocolate and asked at reception. They didn’t have any, (what’s wrong with this hotel?!). The receptionist, (who I thought had already taken a bit of a fancy to Matthew as he’d knocked $10 off the bill for keeping him waiting for a couple of minutes when we checked in), offered Matthew some doughnuts for free! He’d been given these doughnuts by his ‘friend’ who owns a bakery, but he said that he didn’t really like them and usually gave them away to the old folks. Well, we certainly had no scruples about taking food from the elderly, so we enjoyed them over a cup of tea before taking to bed, happy in the knowledge that Matthew’s status as a fully fledged member of the Symonds’ clan (donut lovers) has been restored in his brother Philip’s opinion.

Next stop, Los Angeles – we’re just a little bit nervous about cycling there … it’s carmageddon!

Summary – day 18 – San Simeon to Buelton (Monday 12 September)

Summary – day 18 – San Simeon to Buelton (Monday 12 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 111 miles, actual: 110.2 miles
Avg. speed: 15.7 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,456.35 miles

Breakfast at Sands by the Sea, (in the Cavalier restaurant – an apt name as it turns out). The whole thing was a bit of a disappointment. Waiter-service, food ‘from the griddle’ (yuk); vile coffee, (quite unusual so far in the US, where coffee standards are generally high) and precious little that a vegetarian who errs towards vegan could eat. The ‘continental breakfast’ was a tiny bun with a big pot of clotted cream on the side. What ‘continent’ is that from I wondered? The promised fruit never materialised unfortunately. I settled on glutenous warm oatmeal, at least the sugar came in a little pot on the side, so I could avoid that. There was no soy(a) milk available and the toast arrived already buttered. I’d given up by now, so didn’t send it back.

We’re heading to the town of Solvang today, established by Danish settlers in 1911. The architecture is apparently faux northern European and there’s a surfeit of Danish-style bakeries, (Mr P’s face lights up*).

*MS: references to me as ‘Mr P’ (pelican) are, I believe misplaced as it was not I scoffing M & Ms in bed last night after a full delicious meal.

We made fantastic progress in the morning. Highway 1 through Cambria, by the sea along the Cabrillo Highway – dead calm sea, with rocks jutting up out of the water, through Cayucos where there was a nice off-road cycle-lane, (unfortunately it was almost at its end before we spotted it and startled to ride on it!), Morrow Bay and into San Luis Obispo for brief lunch stop. We had set off at 9.30 and completed the 40 mile to lunch at an average speed of 16.2 mph. Really good going. We saw a few racing cyclists whizzing by in the opposite direction out on the road this morning, too.

Lunch at the Black Horse Uptown Espresso café – not Starbucks or Safeway’s for a change! They had a cycling jersey in a frame on the wall – they part sponsor a local cycling club. Hooray! We were in a student area, near the California Polytechnic State University, (which seems like a bit of a mouthful), so there were lots of young people about and they were being a little bit too loud, (sigh). We sat outdoors in a courtyard and someone sat nearby had a beautiful golden labrador, which was lying stretched out under their table … and wearing a disposable nappy (that’s diaper in US)! Only in America, as they say!

After all the good cycling progress in the morning, our luck turned a bit after we left San Luis Obispo. On the Edna Road just past the San Luis Obispo golf club punctures #6 and #7, (both in Mike’s rear wheel, caused by pieces of fine wire).

We’ve been doing well to avoid punctures recently, so I suppose that we shouldn’t complain. But having taken the inner tube out, finding the hole, patching the tube and finding the piece of offending wire the actual getting it out of the tyre can be quite tricky. It’s difficult to get a hold of the wire and it’s often broken off on the tyre surface, so it’s necessary to try and push it back out from inside, but it’s sharp and pointy so enormous care is required. This can take half an hour. Once the puncture was repaired and the wheel reassembled, it was obvious that there was a second hole in the tube, because the tyre wouldn’t inflate properly. Argh! So, start over again. Another half an hour lost.

At least we were by a nice café among the vineyards – the Old Edna Deli Café, housed in a big old tin shed, with benches and tables outside, so we could sit and work on the bike while having a cooling drink.

We set off and had just gone through Arroyo Grande – about nine miles and would you believe it … another puncture: #8 (Mike, front wheel, a thorn). We were stopped by a slightly strange ‘new age’ post office by the Temple of the People on South Halcyon Road.

Still, another opportunity for a sit down and a snack. Front wheels are always easier to deal with – but it was probably another half an hour lost – this was all becoming a bit of a problem – we weren’t likely to get to Joe and Carol’s in Buelton before 8 and it’s dark by about 7.30.

We pressed on though and had an amazing ride on Highway 1 after Guadalupe – along a straight road in a broad flat plain, with mountain ranges to our left an right in the distance, through fields and fields of brassicas – the smell was extraordinary: cabbages, broccoli, sprouts. The wind was being kind and we were bombing along at over 25 mph – fantastic!

We passed the Vandenberg Airforce Base – lots of NASA signs, very exciting for Mike.

Passed by Lompoq an headed to Buelton as the sun set. It was necessary to ride the final half an hour or so with our lights on. We arrived to a glorious dinner at Joe and Carol’s – vegetarian lasagne, enormous wonderful salad and ice cream for pudding at 8.00!

Joe works in microchip technology, but has recently been laid off. Carol is an artist and there were examples of her work all around the house – big canvases with muted colours – really seemed to echo the landscape around here. They have two lovely dogs too – who were very excited to meet (and sniff) us!

Summary – day 17 – Seaside (Monterey) to San Simeon (Sunday 11 September)

Summary – day 17 – Seaside (Monterey) to San Simeon (Sunday 11 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 102 miles, actual: 102.7 miles
Avg. speed: 13.6 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,346.15 miles – we broke our long-distance cycling record today! When we cycled on our round trip from Bristol to Hamburg we rode 1,320 miles in one trip.

Waking up in the USA on September 11 feels a little unsettling. The news is full of the anniversary. I can’t help comparing the US response to September 11 atrocities, the British response to the 7/7 bus and tube bombs and the more recent Norwegian response to the bombings and shootings there. It seems to me that we in Britain and the Americans over-reacted. The events were dreadful, but such things are rare and random events that directly affected relatively few people – how many have died needlessly from road traffic, I wonder? More security, more and more intrusive policing, more spying, curtailment of citizens’ liberties, hassle and harassment, just continue the terrorists’ work for them really. Perhaps more important, such measures are not really likely to prevent determined fanatics wreaking havoc. In contrast, I heard Jens Stoltenberg the (Labour) prime minister of Norway say that the proper response to the hateful bombing and shootings in his country should be “more democracy, not less”. I do have a sense that perhaps there is a desire for this among lots of people who are fed up with being treated in a cavalier way by officials and politicians, but so far there hasn’t been a politician willing to articulate that view. I’m quite hopeful that Ed Milliband could be the person to start to put the idea of more democracy into Labour’s policies back home.

Anyway, when we got up I was still feeling a little sore after yesterday’s exertions. We had breakfast with Katie and Nick along with two of their friends, Cheryl and her partner. A big breakfast today, (there’ll be lots of climbing): oats and muesli with soya milk, scrambled eggs (eggs courtesy of the hens that they keep, supplemented by a batch laid by 7-Eleven), corn pancakes with peppers and also some fresh fruit.

We set off later than planned at about 10.15 – this meant that we’d be lucky to get to San Simeon on the other side of Big Sur by 7.00.

We climbed out of Monterey, through Carmel (home of Doris Day), to the sweet sound of Matthew singing ‘The Deadwood Stage‘ (Whip-Crack-Away!) from the film Calamity Jane. This all rather reminded me of a poster that Sue, my secretary in my first permanent academic job at the University of Birmingham had on the wall by her desk. Doris Day is wearing her Calamity Jane garb: a kepi, a brown suede jacket with tassels hanging from the sleeves and a neckerchief. She is pointing a shotgun out of the picture. The caption read: ‘Do you want to speak to the man in charge, or to the woman who knows what’s going on?’ Well that certainly put me in my place!

We cycled through the beautiful 17-Mile Drive, past trees that were just beginning to look a little autumnal with their leaves going orange and yellow. On into Carmel, a charming – but touristy little town. The one-time mayor of Carmel was one Clint Eastwood, whose central campaign theme was to have the ban on eating ice cream in public in Carmel lifted – you couldn’t make this up, could you?! Carmel has some very pretty detached bungalows with well-tended gardens and a bustling tourist-orientated centre. The whole place was actually a little too twee for my tastes and rather reminded us of Stow-on-the-Wold on a busy summer Sunday: art galleries, delis and coffee shops galore. Heaven help you if you need to buy something as mundane as a replacement fuse! Just on the edge of town, a lovely old stone church: Carmel Mission. It had really nicely kept gardens – there was a service going on, with singing, but we couldn’t really go into the church wearing Lycra cycling shorts (someone might faint), so we watched from the door for a while.

On to Big Sur – a spectacular section of Highway 1 along the Pacific Coast where the where the Santa Lucia Mountains rise abruptly from the Pacific Ocean. This section of the highway in a really remote and previously inaccessible area of the Californian coast was mostly built by convict labour in the 1930s. It must have been horrible work – the area is steep and undulating. It was challenging cycling up the climbs and negotiating the descents. The ride was tough today and the wind was still coming from the south, (although not nearly as strong as yesterday). Our difficulties were compounded by the fact that we are both still sore from yesterday. But it was worth it … too many Magic Moments of the Day to count.

I was pretty worried about the time and I’ve been a bit concerned that on some days the end points that Matthew drew up mean that the distances are a little bit too challenging when combined with the fact that we’re carrying bags, the undulating terrain, an unremitting headwind or any kind of mechanical problem. We didn’t really stop for lunch anywhere and mainly relied on our shop bought oat energy bars, bananas and nuts.

The hills and mountains gave way to a more gently undulating grassland along the coast as we neared San Simeon.

On some beaches to our right we saw several herds of elephant seals – absolutely amazing. They were honking and basking, using their flippers to flick sand over their bodies, pulling themselves along by their flippers through the sand or frolicking in the water with their bellies arched downwards so their noses and tails were both in the air. (Matthew has posted a video link). We could have watched for hours but, the full moon was already visible in the sky and there was a beautiful red/orange sunset over the Pacific.

We watched the sun set on the coast just below Hearst Castle, (built by Randolph Hearst – who Citizen Kane was based on). The castle itself is incoherent and vulgar – the man had too much money and bought whole Roman temples, medieval ceilings, Jacobean staircases etc. etc. from Europe. The house, (which is now maintained by the state), was designed to house his collection in a rather random way.

Our hotel just south of San Simeon: Sands by the Sea, was our last stop – I was too tired to even go out go eat and we ordered food through room service – very extravagant!

Summary – day 16 – San Francisco to Seaside (Monterey) (Saturday 10 September)

Summary – day 16 – San Francisco to Seaside (Monterey) (Saturday 10 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 125.84 miles, actual: 121.84 miles
Avg. speed: 12.8 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,243.45 miles

We woke early, as usual, but I’m managing to sleep a little longer these days – it was 5.30 am when I woke this morning. We could hear the fog horns sound in the distance along the San Francisco shoreline. Martin said that he really likes the sound, because they remind him that it’s still summer. Heidi told us that the horns in different places made slightly different sounds, so it was possible for local people to know where the fog was at any particular time.

We ate a big breakfast, then set off at about 8.15 am, after having our photographs taken. Heidi took them out in the street outside their house as we were leaving. (Martin was keen to have pictures of our bikes; we think that having a record of those was probably more important to him than having pictures of us!)

Heidi and Martin have been quite amazing hosts and we had a wonderful two days in San Francisco.

Headed to the coast through Golden Gate Park, with plenty of others out running or cycling – either in small groups or by themselves. It looked like a lovely place to have a regular run/ride. It’s a huge park – about 5 km (3 miles) long running east to west and about half a mile wide north to south. Heidi and Martin live close by, only a couple of blocks away.

When we arrived at the sea, we turned left into a ferocious headwind. My heart sank – 120 miles or so on undulating terrain and into a strong headwind would not be enjoyable. There was also quite a bit of sand in the cycle lane, making going a bit tough. Unfortunately, what had the potential to be a lovely rest of the day cycling was wrecked by the wind.

We went through Pacifica and were confronted with yet another problem that was set to dog us all day; the main coast road – Highway 1 – is a wide fast dual carriageway road for some of its length and in these sections bicycles aren’t allowed, so we were forever having to leave the main road and negotiate side roads, (signage was mostly ok – but we did lose our way a couple of times and it adds a bit of distance).

When Highway 1 is not designated a motorway, it returns to single-lane traffic and is often pretty much the only route available. Of course, it’s often the same volume of traffic that has been bombing along a fast multi-lane highway that is funnelled into a slower, single-lane section. In some cases there isn’t even a hard shoulder for bicycles to ride in, so it can be very challenging to ride with big, fast vehicles coming past – often passing a bit too close for comfort.

An early example of the single lane Highway 1 horror was a section called the Devil’s Slide, a twisting, ascent over Pedros Point, which we had been warned would be tricky. A tunnel and bridge are being constructed to take Highway 1 through this area, but they’re not due to be completed until next year. So we had to make our way up the climb, then manage the descent on a broken up road with lots of gravel and stones strewn across it – while also being buffeted by strong gusts.

Fortunately, the wind dropped a little as we rode along an off-road cycle track into Half Moon Bay – about 30 miles in, where we had our first break in a nice little café. We were optimistic that the rest of the day’s ride might be better, but as we left Half Moon Bay to rejoin the main coast road the headwind picked up again. It was terrible – it was all we could do to manage speeds of 8 mph at times. We saw some other riders – on our side of the road, complaining about the headwind; while on the opposite side of the road, seemingly flying!

We arrived at our planned lunch stop at Santa Cruz after 78 miles, two hours behind schedule, feeling pretty exhausted and with sore legs. It’s as well we’d had a couple of days off so at least we were feeling fairly fresh for the day when we set off.

After having something to eat at Safeway’s in Santa Cruz, the last 50 miles were calmer, although we weren’t permitted to ride on Highway 1 towards Seaside and Monterey.

We passed Salinas – where John Steinbeck was born and the town that he located some of his most famous novels, such as East of Eden and Grapes of Wrath. If it hadn’t been so late, I’d have liked to have gone to look at the Steinbeck house.

There was a nice cycle track along the road from Marina into Seaside – so the end of the ride was pleasant. We arrived rather tired and quite late just after 8.00. Nick was just heading out to do some mountain biking under the full moon. That sounded wonderful, but we didn’t have the energy to join him!

Matthew picked up some vegetarian tacos, we ate and chatted with Katie. She teaches Spanish and English and has been on some wonderful cycling trips. We were in bed by 10 – it’s going to be another long day tomorrow, let’s hope it’s not too windy.

Summary – day 15 – Further Tales from the City … (Friday 9 September)

Summary – day 15 – Further Tales from the City … (Friday 9 September, San Francisco)
Posted by Matthew

We’ve been enjoying San Francisco’s gay and lesbian heritage today in the Castro. We dropped our bicycles in to a cycle store for a quick tune at the American Cyclery on Stanyon and Frederick, (americancyclery.com). It’s a really lovely old bike shop, (established in 1941), with a very nice range of machines and some beautify classic cycling jerseys hung on the wall. We were attended to by a helpful guy called Brad – who’d been to the Condor bicycle store in London and recognised Mike’s bicycle brand! He quickly checked our bikes and arranged for everything to be serviced before the end of the day. If only we had such efficient service in the UK – we normally have to book our bikes in for a service at least a week ahead.

We wandered from the bike shop through the Cole Valley, past Mount Olympus and into the Haight Ashbury district and then over to the Castro district – the most obviously LGBT quarter. It’s pretty special when you’re welcomed to a neighbourhood by a gay welcome committee! Just beside the metro station in Harvey Milk Plaza two guys were sitting behind a table with leaflets, maps and guides to the area. They gave us a warm welcome, a map with the local attractions and directions to a nice place to eat. We checked out the LGBT museum and then had some lunch.

While we were eating I noticed Razor’s barber shop opposite and decided to see if they could give me a trim. The answer was yes – at 4pm (a 20 minute wait), so we walked around the corner to see the Harvey Milk memorial outside his former camera shop. Harvey Milk was the first openly gay elected official in the UK. He was assassinated in 1978.

After the 20 minutes I was in the seat being trimmed by a very friendly gay hairdresser called Everett. My hair, beard, nose and ears all received a trim, (ready for the anticipated heat as we ride south) and we were given lots of advice about beaches to stop at on the trip tomorrow, (including some nude ones!).

We strolled back from the Castro to pick our bikes up. Mike had been a little worried about the hub on his front wheel, which had squeaked a little and leaked grease on some of our faster descents. The cones and bearings were replaced on the front for $65 – a good price. Matthew’s bike had the cables tightening up, as it’s new – they tend to stretch a bit at first, and stores will normally do this for free a few weeks after a new bike has been bought … a little difficult with Cheltenham being 8490 kilometres (5270 miles) away! The American Cyclery shop also had a lovely friendly resident dog, so as well a beautifully smooth riding bike we also got to pet the dog.

We cycled back through the Golden Gate Park past the beautiful Dahlia Garden, flower glass house and the Stow Lake. We finished our ride at the Green Apple second-hand book shop before heading back to Heidi and Martin’s house for our last night in San Francisco.

We have a long ride tomorrow, around 120 miles including a rather alarmingly named hill called the Devil’s Slide. If we get past the Slide ok we should be in for a good ride with coastal views all the way, but hopefully with no more fog!

Summary – day 14 – Tales of the City … (Thursday 8 September)

Day 14 – San Francisco
Posted by Mike

We’re staying in the Richmond area of San Francisco, very close to the Golden Gate Park. We’re going to explore the park later today after we’ve visited a local bike shop to ask them to give our bikes a bit of tender love and care.

Richmond is fairly close to the sea, so when the fog rolls into the SF bay, (as it quite often does), then Richmond becomes a bit grey and overcast too. There has been fog since we rode over the Golden Gate Bridge on Wednesday, but as SF is quite large you can go to other parts of the city and be in beautiful sunshine. Yesterday we walked into downtown and had lovely weather almost all day.

We started our tourist trail at the Yerba Buena Gardens, impressive fountains in memory of Martin Luther, beautiful planting and live music all on offer. We stopped and had some tea and a bite to eat.

We continued over to the SF MoMA, past the museum of contemporary Jewish History and on down Mission Street to the Ferry Terminal Building, which has been converted into a bit of a foody heaven with nice outlets, stalls and restaurants. We picked up some ‘artisan’ bread to take back for dinner and had an ice cream, (quite indulgent on a non-cycling day). The ice cream stall had an amazing range of flavours – I eventually decided on caramel and buttered pecan ice cream, while Mike had pear and blood orange sorbet. Delicious!

Still on with the SF tourist trail. We visited the Trans-America pyramid building, it’s no longer possible able to go to the top of this iconic SF skyscraper (the tallest building in SF), as it’s been closed since 9/11. It’s nonetheless very impressive from the ground.

Next stop, Telegraph Hill and Coit Tower. We climbed up to the tower via a very long set of twisting steps, some were constructed of wood and wove their way through the most lovely private gardens. It was all very reminiscent of Barbary Lane from Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City books.

The top of Telegraph Hill affords a wonderful view across the city – Golden Gate Bridge is still shrouded in fog. We didn’t go up Coit Tower itself as the queue was quite long and in any case the real beauty of the tower are the wonderful murals inside the room at the base that were painted in the 1930s and depict working life in California at that time. The work was undertaken by left-leaning artists, influenced and sometimes taught by Diego Rivera. Beautiful. They were branded ‘communist propaganda’ by some newspapers and critics and one mural had to be removed.

We then walked down Telegraph Hill to Lombard Street, reputed to be the most crooked street in the world. It’s a very steep section of road that has eight sharp turns to help drivers navigate the 40 degree slope. It’s a huge tourist attraction, so lots of people were around taking photos. It’s not a street I’d like to live on as there seemed to be an almost constant stream of motor cars going down the street (it’s one-way) to test their driving skills. We saw a few cyclists too and even a skateboarder testing it out – neither of which I’d be too keen on trying.

Finally we caught a cable car for a very short ride down towards Fisherman’s Wharf, Fort Mason Park and Ghirardelli Square. The square was once home to the Ghirardelli chocolate factory, (since relocated) and has been converted into shops and restaurants.

We stopped for a hot chocolate and a chocolate brownie each in the Ghirardelli Café, before taking a bus back to Richmond (via Safeway, of course), for more wonderful hospitality from Heidi and Martin.

Today we’re off to the Golden Gate Park and the Castro (SF’s gay village) – but first a visit to the American Cyclery bicycle shop that we didn’t quite make it to yesterday.

Summary – day 13 – Sea Ranch to San Francisco (Wednesday 7 September)

Summary – day 13 – Sea Ranch to San Francisco (Wednesday 7 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 113 miles, actual: 111.0 miles
Avg. speed: 13.8 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,117.41 miles

A long hot day today, but also the best day’s riding for scenery and just sheer beauty of the ride.

We had a lovely, leisurely breakfast with Bob and Sophia and after photographs on their veranda we set off from Sea Ranch a little later than planned at about 9.00. It was a little cold and foggy at first, but there were patches of blue in the sky and so we were hopefull that it would turn out fine.

About 15 miles from Sea Ranch puncture #5, (Matthew, rear – a small hole in the tube near the valve). We’d had enough of these punctures on Matthew’s rear wheel by now – well I had – and as we were expecting quite a long day of cycling, we decided to change the tyre AND the tube. Matthew’s bike is new and I fear that perhaps the tyres are are a component where money was saved! So fingers crossed – no more punctures.

While we were replacing the tyre, a young woman cycled by towing a Bob trailer. She stopped to help and we found out that she’s called Sarah and that she has a degree in public health. Sarah is touring 6,000 miles in a giant u-shape from NW USA south, then east along the border and north up the east coast – amazing. She’s visiting schools to talk to the children about growing food, eating healthily and taking exercise. This is a brilliant project, (and her cycling trip puts our 1800 mile journey into the shade!) We talked a little about Jamie Oliver’s school dinner campaign and she said that she had written something for his website. Sarah really seemed to be an epitome of the USA American spirit – a ‘get up and go’ attitude, coupled with a desire to help others – really admirable. She hopes to come to Europe to examine school food in different countries … I really hope that she gets to do that. It’s important work. Sarah’s website/blog is at: www.schoolfoodtour.org

Tyre replaced, we redoubled our pace and decided to skip the normal break after 30 miles or so and head straight to lunch in Bodega Bay. The sun came out and the coastal views were breathtaking, high cliffs, sweeping coastlines, inland forests and fields – and all very quiet. We passed by Fort Ross, the southernmost Russian outpost in North America from 1812 to 1841. The wooden stockade and some of the buildings have been reconstructed. The Russian graveyard with its characteristic Russian orthodox grave marker crosses in a field next to the fort.

In the pretty small town of Bodega Bay, we stopped at a deli in Pelican Plaza to stock up on supplies for lunch and ate on a bench next to a surf shop, with lovely views over the bay. Pelican Plaza is a slightly amusing name as my pet name for Matthew sometimes is “Mr P.”, which stands for “Mr Pelican” – from the rhyme: “Pelican, pelican. Eats more than its belly can!” Which sometimes can apply to him!!

While we were sat eating a few people came to talk to us; asking where we were riding to, saying that it was a lovely day for cycling … that kind of thing. One woman came to speak to us and she had two dogs – a huge oversized, white poodle – maybe 3 ft tall – all trimmed and looking rather regal on a leash, (I’m referring to the poodle now, you understand, not the woman) but she was also carrying a much smaller lap dog under her arm, (the woman, not the poodle). When she returned to her 4×4, she handed the big poodle’s leash to her husband, opened the back of the car, reached in and to our amazement retrieved a small set of 3 wooden steps, which she put on the ground by the open rear car door. The poodle used the steps to climb into the car. The wooden stairs were then put away, doors closed and she drove away. We were laughing uproariously by now.

Time to leave Bodega Bay. The bay itself is calm an very round with little crow’s nests on poles jutting out of the water like oversize reeds – we weren’t sure if these were refuges from the tide or fishing platforms … or had some other kind of purpose. Crossing the town took us out of Sonoma County and into Marin County.

Marin County is just north of San Francisco over the Golden Gate bridge. It has a well-known mountain bicycle brand named after it. Mountain biking was invented on the slopes of Mount Tamalpais (by Gary Fisher, among others – who went on to develop his on brand of mountain bicycles). ‘Mount Tam’ is 784 metres (2,574 ft) high and our route into San Francisco took us (on the road) over it – it was quite a slog with our bags, and there lots of racing cyclists whizzing up and down – saying “hi”, “nice day” and so on. A man leaned out of his car with his thumb up and shouted “riding strong”! There were fantastic views from the top – including our first glimpse of San Francisco in the distance, through the trees and across the bay.

We descended into Sausalito – a pretty little town across the bay from San Francisco – with a Mike’s Bikes bicycle store!

A bicycle track went along the waterfront to the Golden Gate bridge – the bridge was unfortunately shrouded in mist, so we could only catch glimpses of it. We rode over in the mist – it’s one and a half miles long. There were plenty of other cyclists and runners and tourists on the walkway. It was starting to get dark now as we made our way through the Presidio along Lincoln Drive to Heidi and Martin’s – our Warm Showers hosts for the next three nights/two days.

We arrived just as dinner was being served in their beautiful house. They had agreed to take in four other cyclists who were passing through that day, too: Pablo, Alex, Luciano and Mario.

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So there were eight for dinner – including six hungry cyclists, I hope Heidi knows what she’s let herself in for!

Summary – day 12 – Fort Bragg to Sea Ranch (Tuesday 6 September)

Summary – day 12 – Fort Bragg to Sea Ranch (Tuesday 6 September)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 65 miles, actual: 70.62 miles
Avg. speed: 15.0 mph
Cumulative distance: 1,006.41 miles – we’ve gone through 1,000 miles – well over half-way now. About 800 miles to go!

As we weren’t going to be cycling so far today, we stayed in bed a little longer than usual and had some time to look at the attractive and well-maintained gardens at the Surf Motel and Gardens. The gardens were arranged all the way around the building and in the centre of a large courtyard/car park. There were fountains, gazebos and benches among the planting – it looked really quite special and quite unusual for a fairly inexpensive motel.

We knew that there was a rather nice bicycle store in Fort Bragg and we’d spotted the Fort Bragg Cyclery in a rather large impressive-looking building on Main Street as we rode into town the previous evening. We went back into town to pay them a visit; we needed some spare inner tubes and puncture repair patches, (the ones in Matthew’s puncture repair kit are self-adhesive … these are useless and shouldn’t be used!). The Fort Bragg Cyclery is on the major north/south Pacific coast cycle route, so does good trade with touring cyclist. They have a visitor’s book – so I left an entry telling of our trip celebrating my upcoming 50th birthday and left our blog address – I wonder if the number of hits will increase as a result?!

Matthew picked up a ‘Buildings to Bragg About’ leaflet – a short guide to some of the historic buildings in Fort Bragg and since there was still plenty of time before we needed to set off, we decided to take a bicycle tour of the town and check them out. Many of the older buildings along the Californian coast were destroyed in the 1907 earthquake. So most of the older buildings are from just after then. We had a look at St Michael and All Angels church-a 1902 shingle-style building with a lovely arcaded entrance to a hall on one side; an arts and crafts house and a fantastic 1938 ‘Streamline Moderne’ house – painted white with corner windows; the 1938 Cotton Auditorium built as part of the New Deal and part of secondary school buildings; the 1922 Fort Bragg City Hall, with a big US flag on the side and finally there were lots of interesting wooden shop buildings with apartments above.

Outside a Starbucks coffee shop, we spotted a bicycle, heavily laden with touring equipment. Inside we met Torrie, from Portland and a student of Marine Biological and Art at Oregon State University. An unusual combination, I thought. She’s yet another cyclist who’s interested in a career in environmental conservation work after she graduates. We also spotted two hitchhikers in Fort Bragg (separately); the first that we’ve seen on this trip.

We eventually left Fort Bragg at about 1.00 and headed south on Highway 1 through Caspar, Mendocino, Little River, Albion, past a rather curious little Catholic Cemetery high on a bluff at Cuffeys Cove and bathed in mist, rather reminiscent of a 1950s horror film!

On to Manchester, where we met a delightful woman who was staffing a Save Our Libraries desk in the entrance to the general store.

Point Arena and St Orres followed before – where we passed a Russian-style inn and restaurant.

Puncture #4 (Matthew – rear – again) just before we arrived in Sea Ranch. I didn’t notice that Matthew wasn’t right behind me when I arrived, so had to go back to find him!

It’s been a day of real contrasts: up and down, warm and cold. The road was quiet and characterised by short steep climbs followed by longish curving descents. We were often right by the sea and the cold fog was fairly thick all along the coast. If the road moved inland a little or climbed higher up, we’d find ourselves enjoying warm sunshine. It was an odd sensation. Mostly we were riding in fog, so the few good views out to sea were really appreciated. As we riding along in the mist, we could often hear the waves and once we heard sea lions.

Sea Ranch doesn’t have a town centre, as such. Rather, it’s a series of very nicely designed houses that are well-spaced out in roads that run off Highway 1 towards the sea. There’s a lovely unity of design and appearance to the houses – fairly square and angular, single storey, with large picture windows, wide verandas and all in a uniform silver-grey wood. The houses stand in a wide open grassland, just a few metres from the sea.

Bob and Sophia (+ Tender the beautiful doe-eyed greyhound + Cecil the cat), gave us an extremely warm welcome and made us very comfortable. Bob is a computer programmer, working on games software. Sophia works to prepare environmental impact assessments/reports for new developments. We were little surprised to learn that although they’re listed on Warm Showers, they don’t cycle themselves. Bob is a big hiker, though. Still, it’s really wonderful to come across such generous, warm-hearted, interesting people who are prepared to open up their home to passing cyclists and tourers.

We had a wonderful dinner of pasta and fresh warm bread and told stories from our trip and learned a little about them, too. They’re aiming to live small and minimise their impact, which was quite a boost to some of the things that I’ve been thinking about the importance of consuming less, wasting less and just generally trying to think more about how we live. After dinner we talked until late, while Matthew tickled Tender’s tummy – she looked fantastically relaxed on her back with her fine big paws in the air – it reminded me a little of being back home with our cat, who likes having his tummy tickled, too.

Bob and Sophia are planning a trip to Spain at Easter and we talked about some of the places that they could visit there. Hope they get to the UK, it would be lovely to see them again.

Summary – day 11 – Miranda to Fort Bragg (Monday 5 September – Labour day)

Summary – day 11 – Miranda to Fort Bragg (Monday 5 September – Labor day)
Posted by Mike

Estimate: 89 miles, actual: 81.4 miles
Avg. speed: 13.9 mph – two epic climbs today and b****y hot!
Cumulative distance: 935.79 miles

Breakfast at Miranda Gardens this morning could have been very nice for two greedy British cyclists. There was plenty to eat, but unfortunately the breakfast room was in part of the motel reception area and the receptionist was sat behind her desk and looking out like a rather stern teacher facing a class at lunch time. I felt a bit self-conscious about repeatedly getting up for more, although I did manage to pour two sachets of oats into one bowl and she couldn’t see because I had my back to her. When she left the room for a moment to refill a coffee pot, almost everyone in the room got up for more!

We didn’t need to set off too early this morning, so we cleaned our bikes and tightened up all the bolts.

Polly’s partner Dennis has sent us a message asking about our bicycles and if we’re riding on hybrid bikes. So now seems as good a time as any to introduce you to our trusty titanium steeds: Condor and Van Nicholas. (*If you listen carefully, you’ll hear the sound of Matthew groaning*).

You can skip the next five (!) paragraphs if you find bicycle talk a bit boring! This is for you Dennis – hope you don’t regret asking!

We’re not using hybrid bicycles. Hybrids look a bit like mountain bikes, with fatter tubes and tyres and often have carry racks over the front, as well as the rear wheels. Hybrids usually have a triple chain-set, (three chain rings at the front), to provide lower gears to make it easier to get up hills. Newer ones often have disc brakes, too. Hybrids are really suitable for long/distance touring, especially if there’s a lot to carry, (such as camping gear), as they’re strong and they really come into their own if the journey involves going off-road, because a hybrid bike will take wider, knobbly tyres to provide extra grip on uneven surfaces. But the fatter tube construction on hybrid bikes means that they are also relatively heavy and any additional weight slows a rider down, (of course this is not a particular issue for many touring cyclists). The wider tyres increases road friction too, which means they’re harder work to ride than a bicycle with narrower tyres.

We’re not carrying that much as we’re staying in people’s houses or in motels. Also we’re riding on well-surfaced roads, so we don’t need hybrid touring bikes to take us off-road. Although we’re not riding that fast – aiming for 15 mph, (compared to the 18 mph average that I generally aim for on my road bike), we have a target destination each day and 10-12 mph would mean unfeasibly long days in the saddle.

We’re therefore using titanium touring bikes. A touring frame looks rather like a racing bicycle, but it has some subtle changes – the whole bike will be slightly longer than a racing bike, (a more stretched-out riding position is more comfortable on a long ride and allows for easier shifts in position). Also the frame geometry is such that there’s sufficient space around the frame to fit mudguards. There are fixing points on the seat stays and at the drop-outs for a rear carrying rack, too. The advantage of titanium is that it saves on weight and it also makes for a very strong, yet flexible frame. Titanium is more comfortable on a long day’s ride than aluminium or carbon as it absorbs some of the uneven road surface. The strength of titanium was also a factor in helping us to decide to bring our own bikes, packed in special bags with us on the plane. We thought that they’d have a better chance of surviving intact in the baggage area and in the plane’s hold if something dropped on them. So they’re light, strong, reasonably fast and comfortable to ride all day.

I’m riding my Condor Gran Fondo. I’ve had this bike for about four years now and it’s a beauty! Condor is a British brand, the bike itself was made in Italy. I use it to ride to work if it’s raining or if I need to carry anything. I also use it on longer group rides such as ‘sportives’ (group rides of 60\+ miles) if I think that it might be wet. My other road bike (Litespeed) doesn’t have any real possibly of fitting mudguards, so if it’s wet, the wheels throw dirty water off the road and high up into the air, all over my back and into the face of anyone riding just behind me, (although obviously it serves them right for being a ‘wheel-sucker’ – someone who drafts behind another cyclist uses up to a third less energy). I use Shimano Ultegra compact gearing, (a double chainring on the front), that gives a reasonably good range of gears. Ultegra is Shimano’s second tier groupset – (Dura Ace is the most expensive, adding between £1500 to £2,000 to the cost of a bicycle! It’s very lightweight and mainly used by pros). Ultegra is not so expensive (about £900) but it’s very good quality – smooth, easy shifting – and hard wearing. My Condor bike has taken me over many, many miles – including to Hamburg and back from Bristol (1300 miles) on our test ride for this trip.

Matthew has a new bike – see previous post. We bought it specifically for this trip. It’s from a Dutch titanium bike specialist – Van Nicholas. His is a Yukon, it’s also built with Shimano Ultegra groupset. We bought it on interest-free finance from Leisure Lakes Bicycles in Cheltenham. Although it’s still very new, he’s enjoying the quality of the ride compared to his aluminium Trek road bike. So there you are … too much information about our bicycles!

Back to today’s ride. It was baking hot when we left Miranda Gardens. We continued through the Avenue of the Giants then rejoined Highway 101, following the course of the Eel River as it meanders south-west. The roads were all very quiet today, as it’s Labor day.

In Garberville, a rather odd souvenir store – The Legend of Bigfoot – a large wooden carving of Bigfoot dominates the entrance and the storefront is strewn with redwood carvings,including Paddington and bear friend (bear friend carrying a shotgun!).

We rode past Piercy and about 5 miles from Leggett, we caught up with two other cyclists: Cleveland and John. We’ve spotted more cyclists on the road since we came into California than we’ve seen on the whole of the rest of the journey so far, (if the cyclists in the cities of Vancouver, Seattle and Portland are excluded). Cleveland and John are nos. 16 and 17! They’d been camping for the weekend … “Where’s all your camping gear?”, I asked? “Our wives have it in the ‘sag wagon’ – we’re riding along until they come and pick us up!” what a great idea! I said: “We don’t have any wives, unfortunately!” John works in insurance and Cleveland is completing a PhD in environmental business. That sound great – it’s good to meet people on bicycles like Cleveland and Christie who are working to help the environment.

We’d thought about having lunch in Leggett, but it was further off the road than we expected, so we called onto a service station to refill our water bottles and have a snack.

We were standing in the shade with our bicycles, when a man asked us where we were headed. Matthew said “Fort Bragg”, then he asked where we were from. Matthew said “Bristol, in south-west England.” Really? said the man, “You sure don’t sound like you’re from England”. “What do we sound like?” I asked. “You sound like you’re goddamn French” he said. Well what do you say to that? Apart from the absurdity of suggesting that we sound French, there was an insult – right there – at the ‘goddamn French’. Now I happen to love France and I think that the French do a pretty good job of making their country one of the most beautiful, prosperous and pleasant in the world. The French also have a very positive relationship with the bicycle – most of them ride for pleasure and they are usually very courteous to other cyclists on the roads – slowing down and giving lots of room when driving past, so it’s a real pleasure to cycle in France. The French also run the best, most prestigious and most exciting cycling race in the world – the Tour de France. An epic feat of sporting endurance played out against a backdrop of fantastic and dramatic scenery. What’s not to like about the French? I decided not to pursue this conversation any further and started to pack our bag to leave. Then the man continued; “Do you use weed?” I was a bit shocked by this. I know that we’re in California now, but that takes the biscuit, (or should that be cookie?!). I’m a bit naive about illicit drugs to be honest Believe it or not, no-one has ever offered to sell me them before. Do I even look like someone who smokes weed? I don’t even drink! I replied: “Certainly not. We’re clean-living guys!”. “This here’s weed-growing country”, he said. “It’s cheap”. Hmm … we said goodbye and set off.

The last leg of the journey involved two huge climbs along Shoreline Highway 1, through wooded hills to reach the Mendocino Coast section of the Pacific, (hence our low average speed today).

Once we reached the coast, the temperature dropped a little, but it was beautiful, undulating quiet coastline through Westport to Fort Bragg. The ocean was very calm and it would have been amazing to have seen some whales – they’re out there, but we didn’t spot any. We did spot the glass beach – what was the town dump and where the sea has smoothed the broken glass that was tipped there.

We arrived early in Fort Bragg and had time to get our laundry done while shopping for dinner at a lovely supermarket, with loads of good things to eat. Market Fresh even had solar panels on the roof. Back to the Surf Motel and Gardens in Fort Bragg for a feast and a rest.

Surf Motel and Gardens truly has some extensive and rather lovely gardens and a poster for the Pacific Coast Bicycle Route in the window :)