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 …

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 …

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. …

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 …

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. …

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 …

Day 7 – Czechs know how to hangover- Pabenice, CZE – Jaromer, CZE

"This is the day I see a man on a motorbike and a woman with spunk...." That's the opening line on my post race notes about Day Seven, so it must have been a cracker. These two separate incidents happened in the early hours of a Sunday morning, a particularly wet Czech Sunday morning. As …

Day 6 – Princess on a steel bicycle – Sankt Gallen, AUS – Pabenice, CZE

Before I delve into Day 6 it's important to point out that this is the only day the Wahoo let me down. A mixture of my utterly exhausted brain and repetitive freezing of the unit result in the loss of the route file. I know the mileage because I made a note of it, aside …

Day 5 – When you forget how to be an actual adult human – Bovec, SLO – Sankt Gallen, Aus

I survive the night, my acrid stench putting off any would be carnivores. Its dark and I faff about trying to get everything packed before setting off towards the Vrsic Pass. The Vrsic Pass is a vicious way to start a day of cycling and by the time I reach the summit I'm already hanging …

Day 4 -The fine line between heaven and hell – Sterzing-Vipiteno, ITA – Bovec, SLO

My alarm goes off somewhere between 0300 and 0400. My ears alert me to heavy rainfall, and my bleary eyes confirm it moments later. A quick check of the weather radar confirm it passes within an hour, so I allow myself an extra 30 minutes snooze. When I do finally set off, the roads are …