PanCeltic Race – Part 3 -An Englishman in Wales

Neil Lauder dons a semi-opaque rain jacket and heads into the heavy Welsh night with only a bag of Tesco bait for company. What a man. I shudder at the thought of what waits in the darkness.  He goes out of sight and this time my body commits a shudder more sensual in nature. It … Continue reading PanCeltic Race – Part 3 -An Englishman in Wales

Panceltic Race- Part Two -The Good Ship Guinness

There's vehicle trouble in the belly of the ship but this isn't the Titanic and sadly Leo D  isn't getting hot and steamy with a certain Miss Winslet on the back seat of a Rolls. However, a new chapter is being written into Belfast's rich maritime history courtesy of the Welsh Embassy and it's associated … Continue reading Panceltic Race- Part Two -The Good Ship Guinness

Panceltic Race Part 1 – Scotland – The Monarch of Inverary

I woke on race day with a head still fuzzy. I'd begun my pre race sabotage two days earlier in the company of Alex and Kate, a pair of unaffiliated Canadians. We had a lovely mince round Inverness followed by a lovely pint. It was a Guinness and it gave me the taste which invariably … Continue reading Panceltic Race Part 1 – Scotland – The Monarch of Inverary

Day 14 – The final push – Pogradec ALB – Meteora, GRE

Spoiler Alert! I make it. So I wake up, 100% un-murdered. That was the last chance the psychos of Europe had, mugs. I shower, and roll out. Greece here I come. The road to the border is a bit lumpy, and despite my confidence I'll see Meteora today, it won't come easy. I stop prior … Continue reading Day 14 – The final push – Pogradec ALB – Meteora, GRE

Day 13 – Alabania is bigger than you think – Shkoder, ALB – Pogradec, ALB

Who doesn't love busy single carriage roads? What about if the surface is shit? Or how about the drivers care not for cyclists? If this sounds like your idea of fun then I highly recommend the Shkoder-Tirane express, hell of the south. I love a drip, and that stretch of road is a worthy subject … Continue reading Day 13 – Alabania is bigger than you think – Shkoder, ALB – Pogradec, ALB

Day 12 – Everyone should visit Montenegro – Bjelasnica, BOS – Shkoder, ALB

PRELUDE- It still hurts but I won't mention it, I've bored myself with it. I wake up early and I'm itching to get going but stick to my original plan of eating breakfast in the hotel. It's relatively remote from the start today, so missing out on a big fed early doors would be dumb. … Continue reading Day 12 – Everyone should visit Montenegro – Bjelasnica, BOS – Shkoder, ALB

Day 11 – Always turn right – Nova Bila, BOS – Bjelasnica, BOS

Oh Bosnia, what are you doing to me? Day 11. My shortest day. The closest I come to quitting. After a leisurely breakfast I decide to face the music and get on the road. I don't get far before I'm struggling and the doubt starts to creep in. Not much further down the road it's … Continue reading Day 11 – Always turn right – Nova Bila, BOS – Bjelasnica, BOS

Day 10 – “There will be no miracles here” – Daruvar, CRO – Nova Bila, BOS

I wake up and dare to dream. Then I move my leg and wince. Devoid of a miraculous recovery I roll out of my bed, finish last nights cereal and pull on my pungent bibs. It hurts but I can ride, so the Condor is boarded and pointed in the direction of Bosnia and Herzegovina … Continue reading Day 10 – “There will be no miracles here” – Daruvar, CRO – Nova Bila, BOS

Day 9- Cereal Tester – Frauenkirchen, Aus – Daruvar, Cro

Hungary. Hungary, Hungary, Hungary. How I hated you. Cycling in Hungary involves being unceremoniously bounced from one pot hole to another, in an oven, with the fan on full. Oh and my arse was in clip. In the planning phase I'd eagerly anticipated Hungary because it was flat, and I thought I'd make great time. … Continue reading Day 9- Cereal Tester – Frauenkirchen, Aus – Daruvar, Cro

Day 8 – #forgettable – Jaromer, CZE – Frauenkirchen, AUS

A day of high mileage and few memories make for a tedious retelling. What makes the retelling more tedious is I finished this post 5 minutes ago, and upon returning to the homepage it has disappeared. So I have to endure recounting these 237 forgettable miles again. Joy.  Are you eager to read on? Have … Continue reading Day 8 – #forgettable – Jaromer, CZE – Frauenkirchen, AUS