Barcelona – Bicycles, protests, and Conrad

A few days of R&R in a Barcelona hostel killed the first few days of my wait until heading over to Ibiza for the wedding. I had allowed 21 days to make the journey down, which seemed like a sensible idea having never done any long distance cycle touring before, so I was suitably satisfied…

France to Barcelona, the long way.

Rolling off a ferry in Caen at 6am, there was only one thing to do. An hour later, having had my share of pain au chocolat, I decided to finally address the small matter of cycling to Spain. Loaded up with a fresh supply of the finest French pastries, and not the faintest idea of what…

Claudette

Claudette was my trusty steed from London to Barcelona, around Ibiza, and all the way back to London again. Technically, she still belongs to my mother, who picked her up back in the good old days (1980 something I think), and cycled her on many long miles through France, Spain, Switzerland, among others. Claudette knows…

Tour de Ibiza – The concept

It was the summer of 2011 that my good friend Mr John Burch had decided to get married, in Ibiza of all places. I think this came at a time when I was looking for an excuse to get away and have a little adventure, so began mulling over ways I could make this fit the…