Harley Hotel Sheffield

... most days after riding in to school. It is easy to find a lot of bargains in the large supermarkets. ASDA is our friend and also 2 for 1 deals in local pubs. We have become fans of Indian food at the ‘Great Kathmandu’ just down the road. We are yet to venture into ‘The Curry Mile’ or what Geoff calls ‘Curry Vegas’.

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The Christmas Markets (German style) are a great attraction starting ...

How could anything be worse than the Ball Breaker? How? And yet it was. Damn the kilometres of bog, damn the no bacon butty truck on the highway, damn the twisty part where you go around curve after curve after curve and don’t see anything ahead of you but CURVE. Then damn the “ ...

... back for me while I got something out of my pack, he didn’t, and the sheep almost got me.

See that Campsite?

After almost finishing the part of the Pennine that I call “The Ball Breaker” Ryan points down the mountain to a little campsite in the distance. It was far away but hope sprang back into my heart until he said, “See that campsite? Our campsite is only 2km from there.” YEARGH!!!

Well the day has finally arrived! The alarm was set for 6.00am but we were both awake before it went off. After a quick breakfast we were on the bike heading for a rendevous at Colin's house in Halling in the rain!

After a quick cup of tea, Leigh up turned on his Triumph Tiger and it was time to set off for the Marsden to meet Lyndsey & David & guess what it ...

... ritual which we got to watch. This particular ritual only happens once a year. There are three different rituals that happens around midsummer, at different points of the day. It was very interesting to watch. One minute, all you see are tourists snapping photo after photo in front of the structure, and then the next thing you know there is a big line of people dressed in long white cloaks walking towards the sacred stones. Some are carrying incense balls, while some are ...

... also for you to keep in touch with me. On this voyage I will be accompanied by Monkey and Snoopy. This blog will also recount their tales! So bon voyage until next time.

... s tard (2h du matin !), et malgré les efforts de Tom, pas beaucoup d'alcool (ses colocs ne sont pas trop bougés pour ça) mais ça va finalement, on croise des gens (dont des frogs) avec lesquels on trippe et on se marre bien, avec ou sans ballons remplis de laughing gas.... Audrey s'en va à 4h du mat, un bus à chopper pour rentrer en France (!!) et la soirée se termine...

It has been pointed out to me that I omitted a starting point for my trip so here it is, an entry for Sheffield, England, just to make the map a leedle bit prettier....or should that be Manchester, seeing as that was my first airport, or London Heathrow as that's where I left the country? Oh decisions decisions....