I awoke freezing in the back garden of a man who wouldn’t let us use his toilet. I waited patiently for the clock to hit 7.30am to wake Max and we quickly packed away and headed for our flixbus. Arriving at Paris Bercy Seine, we’d been nervous if they’d let us put our many bike…
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Anthony Bourdain stood at Würstelstand zum Hohen Markt in Vienna and reflected on how his trip had shaped a new imaginary of the city, now feeling a need to return for the cake, culture, and cuisine the Austrian capital serves up. Our trip wasn’t as profound. We’d just left a spa near Vienna’s central train…
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Thanks to the blessed night in the free static caravan, we woke on the 3rd May with a sense of purpose; get to Paris a day early. The more time to stuff Pain Au Suisse and Croissant into our gobs, the better. That meant smashing out about 70km in one day, including a pit stop…
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Slow Way Round 