I’ve pined for adventure since I was a teenager, but bar a few small road trips here and there I’ve never pursued it. There have always been excuses. And if there haven’t been legitimate excuses, I’ve created them.

This time, in spite of some glaring excuses, I’m charging headfirst into the cycling adventure of a lifetime.


The plan is simple and not particularly well thought out. I will start off in Calais and head East on my bike. I’ll camp along the way and see where the wind takes me. I could get as far as Italy or perhaps Turkey, heck, I could even complete the route on this map. I’ll keep going until a) The money runs out or b) I get sick of it and decide to head home c) I injure myself and have to stop!

The crest on my touring bike


If I listed all of things that could go wrong I’d be here all day. For now let’s just focus on two issues: Physical fitness and cycling experience.

I can count the times I’ve been on a saddle over the past decade on 3 hands. I used to cycle regularly when I was in my early teens, but now I’m closer to 30 than 20 and have spent the last few years working behind a computer for 8 hours a day. You can imagine what this has done for my fitness levels.

If it’s a choice between the combustion engine or the leg engine it’s the warm, planet-destroying metal box every time.

Cycling up hills and mountains against the wind and rain with all the extra weight I’ll be carrying (tent, food, water, fear etc.) is going to push my body to its limits. The sheer physical task is daunting to say the least.


The entire trip is being done on a budget so I can stay on the road for longer. If you want to buy me a drink to make the journey that little bit more enjoyable you can! It will make my heart flutter with excitement and such an act of generosity would make cycling up hills so much easier.