Tuesday is museum day in Madrid. Except Reina Sofia is closed on Tuesdays. That’s ok, because Laura and I head on over to the Prado. Prado is all very old classical pieces and I’m not really sure what to look for and my feet are quickly becoming tired, but when we hit Goya and some [...]
I have now been in Madrid for three good days, but my visit to Madrid begins with broken dreams. I’m convinced I can make it to my hostel in time to shower, maybe change, and then… GOGOL BORDELLO. In fact, based on Ticketmaster, THERE ARE STILL TICKETS AVAILABLE. This craziness makes me giddy.
But I fuck [...]
Why visit Guernica? Based on the maps, its just another town in between the big cities. Few people remember their high school war history, and even if they did the Spanish ‘Civil’ War is really only a footnote. In fact, the primary reason the Spanish Revolution is discussed at all is because the fascists bombed [...]
I got blisters on both my feet! But I’m (kind of) happy about it, so thats ok. After sleeping the entire previous day, I had the energy and the health to go exploring while Alex and Eugenia went to Castro-Urdiales to do a bit of flat-hunting. We figured some times off and I went out [...]
I’m looking out the window at my hosts place… its about 2 in the afternoon. I can see the roof of the building next door, that classic Spanish tile roofing. The day is bright and blue. And I’m fucking going back to bed. Welcome to Bilbao.
So the distance from Muskiz to central Bilbao is sort [...]
“I can’t feel my balls,” I think to myself as I struggle up a hill that I know will be childs play compared to tomorrow. I am somewhere between Somos and Santoña.
How did I get to this point? Well Silvia and Carlos saved my morale. First off they pointed out that they’ve taken their bicycles [...]
OK, today I give you 2 Easy Steps To Get So Far Out Of Your Comfort Zone That All You Want To Do Is Call Your Mommy.
It’s pretty easy.
1) Go to continental Europe
2) Take or purchase something that makes all forms of travel arbitrarily difficult.
I want to love my bicycle, but right now I look [...]
“Since I got to Europe I have not seen one toilet that works the same as another,” I think to myself. This is an odd thought all things considered. I’ve just spent the better part of an hour in the rain trying to find my hosts home. I am not in a tourist-y part of [...]
The port in Portsmouth is something else. Imagine US border crossings with the rows of tills, cars queuing up, and the mass of ashpalt to accomodate them. Biking up to a booth intended to service cars was kind of surreal. It only got more surreal as I biked around a building and through another gate [...]
The morning in Horsham was a beautiful sunny day for riding.
I was having none of it.
I’d arrived rather battered the previous evening, and Adam took me in and we got pizza and it was all rather re-energizing. However, I was grumpy, sore, and now missing a bike glove. There was no way I was going [...]
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