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