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KIT AND EQUIPMENT FOR A WARM WEATHER CYCLE ADVENTURE

29th August 2017 By Adam Hugill 1 Comment

I’ve just returned from a week of cycling around the island of Cyprus. Here is a list of the kit and equipment I took on the adventure. It is slightly modified due to the temperature of Cyprus in August. In short – less warm kit, more water. I didn’t take a tent as I just slept using a sleeping bag in the open. I also didn’t take a bivy bag but I would recommend that you do take one, just in case it does rain. However, the chances of it raining in Cyprus in August is very low indeed but it can happen. I’ve seen it for about 20 minutes just once.

Solar pannels are great when the weather is going to be predictibly sunny.

My kit list consisted of:

Bicycle Equipment

  • Bicycle – Ridgeback speed metro with Schwalbe Marathon Plus Tour tyres. Purchased the bike to get to work but also does a great job on adventures. A brand new one costs about £380.
  • Two sets of Altura panniers. I wouldn’t recommend these as they ripped on the second day. In total, I have only used these for about 20 days of cycle touring and light use to go to commute work. Next time I will buy a decent set, like these Ortlieb panniers
  • Garmin Edge 200 GPS Bike Computer – awesome little cycle computer. Battery lasts for ages. Simple and easy to use
  • Water bottles were locally bought from shops. In the Republic of Cyprus, a 1.5 ltr bottle of water costs about €1. In the North of Cyprus, they cost the equivalent of £0.20.  I used a 1 ltr bottle as my main drinking bottle and carried 4 litres in one of my panniers. I would easily get through 10 litres a day
  • Bike lock – used a couple of times when I stayed in hotels
  • CatEye front and back lights. These take AAA batteries which are easy to get hold of
  • Frame bag. I have Deuter one which works well. I use this for my phone and any small bits of money
  • Saddle bag for a repair kit. I use a Topeak Aero Wedge saddle bag
  • Two inner tubes and a repair kit with patches
  • Small pump
  • Bicycle multi tool. I have a Topeak Bike Multitool
  • Leatherman knife/multi tool
  • Small cable ties
  • Duct tape
  • One bungee chord. This can be handy for many things. I used it to secure my broken pannier after it ripped.

Clothes/Kit and Equipment

  • Suncream – I used factor 30. I would recommend this as a minimum if cycling in Cyprus in August
  • Lightweight sleeping bag. I used a Snugpak Jungle Bag. These are fairly cheap, lightweight and are what the British Army issue for use in the jungle and hot climates. It has a mesh zip that can cover your face to stop ants and mosquitos bothering you whilst you sleep
  • Light weight foam roll mat. I used an old cut down military issue one. If I was to go again, I would probably take a more substantial mat
  • Flip flops
  • Trainer socks x2
  • Shorts x2
  • T shirts x2
  • Lightweight travel towel
  • Helmet
  • Sunglasses
  • Phone (doubled up as my camera)
  • GoPro Hero 4 silver with 2 spare batteries and helmet mount
  • Trainers
  • Journal/notebook and pen
  • Passport
  • Travel credit card with no overseas transaction fees
  • European health insurance card
  • Chargers including an Anker PowerPort Solar Charger and Anker PowerCore 20100 power bank. These are two bits of kit were brilliant. It’s the second expedition I’ve used them on now and I would highly recommend them

Medical/Hygiene

  • Medical kit – plasters, bandage, tape, pain killers and antiseptic cream
  • Toothbrush and paste
  • Shower gel
  • Talc
  • Deodorant (optional)
  • Wet wipes
  • Comb (optional but great for morale if you have hair)
  • Moisturiser (optional but again great for morale)
  • Toilet paper

Filed Under: Advice, Cycle Touring, Cyprus, Kit and Equipment, Planning Tagged With: cycling, kit list, touring bike

WALKING OR CYCLING: WHICH IS BEST FOR ADVENTURE?

24th March 2017 By Adam Hugill Leave a Comment

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The time was 8:23 pm on a grim, pitch-black winter night in the North of England. My back is aching. There are blisters between my toes and Storm Barbera is battering the UK. The relentless gale force winds were blowing the rain horizontally into my face with fierce intent. There was no point putting my waterproof trousers on as I was already soaked to the bone.

With only 20 miles left to the finish line, I was powering through this torrential rain. There is nothing more dismal than walking head-first into the main beam of oncoming traffic, on a busy road in the middle of Lincolnshire. With System of the Down songs blasting in my ears, I picked up the courage to keep going.

"Stop being weak. It's only 20 miles to go." I kept reminding myself. I was exhausted. I let my rucksack slump to the floor and I took a quick rest by sitting on it. "This is dog shit!" Who in their right mind would be sitting in the rain in the middle of nowhere on December 23rd? I should be at home. It's Christmas time after all.

I looked at google maps to see how far I have travelled and couldn't quite believe I had almost done it. Life on the road was simple. Wake up, walk, eat, sleep and repeat. Every time I stopped, I also checked my JustGiving page as an extra source of motivation. At his point, I had raised £1861.68! 

Quitting wasn't even an option.

I got up, threw my rucksack on and picked up the pace. "I can do this! Come on Adam. Yaaarkshire!" I shouted at myself in the dark. The Humber Bridge was within reach. I was going to do it.

Motivation

This may sound like something that would be normally completed as a military exercise but no, I was walking 220 miles across England voluntarily. But why? I previously mentioned that I was doing it to raise money for a charity. Walking with the Wounded support wounded veterans to find new careers outside the military. Raising money for this fantastic charity was how I justified this adventure to my friends, family and to myself. However, this was not the real reason I choose to take on the challenge.

I was doing it for the adventure. To push my boundaries. I wanted to see if I could walk 220 miles unsupported in 10 days.

I started at my home in Wiltshire and was walking unaccompanied to my parents home in Beverley, East Yorkshire. After the first day of struggling through farmer's fields and the boggy countryside, I ended up staying on the quicker but busy roads. I had a deadline to make and needed to cover the distance in the most efficient way possible.

Previously my adventures consisted of sitting on something such a bicycle, kayak or even a horse. Did I enjoy these adventures more? Possibly. But it depends on what you mean by 'enjoy'.

Keep walking Infantry

Some of the soldiers on a course I instruct on. They are carrying the 81mm Mortar in the dismounted role. Carrying lots of kit is hard work.

As an Infantry Officer, I am used to walking long distances. In the Army, when we carry our equipment on our backs it is called tabbing or to tab which is short for 'tactically advancing to battle'. Tabbing is a routine part of the training we do. Usually, it is over distances such as 5 or 8 miles. Rarely do we train to tab much further.

For this challenge, I was to tab over 22 miles a day for 10 days. This would be different to what I was physically used to. Before I set off, it's the first time I've felt nervous or apprehensive about my chances of completing an adventure. My chances of success depended on a bit of luck as well as being able to walk the distance. An injury could have halted the challenge at any time.

Physically, this was much harder than any of my previous adventures. When you are riding a bike, you can put all of your kit and equipment into panniers and have the bike take the weight with a rack. Rather than struggling with 20-30kg on your back, you can quite comfortably load a bicycle with 40kg. Sitting on a saddle is much more comfortable than walking, even if your bum does get sore after a while.

Cycling can still be tough at times. When going up a long, steep hill with a fully loaded bike, you have to work your legs and lungs hard to get to the top. Especially when your body shape is better designed to play rugby than to peddle up hills. Once you reach the top of the hill you have the enjoyment of sitting back and free-wheeling all the way to the bottom. Some of my favourite moments on a bicycle have been spent gliding downhill, with my hands out to the side and the wind in my face. Effortless free miles.

When you walk to the top of the hill, you have the worst bit to follow. Walking down the hill with a heavy pack. Not a pleasant feeling, especially on the knees.

Freedom

Repairing another puncture. Something you don't have to worry about when walking.

Walking allows for freedom like no other form of transport. You can avoid roads, paths and tracks and make your own way to a destination.

There is no need to worry about locking your bike up or repairing broken parts (which inevitably will happen on a long cycle adventure). Walking is pure, simple and cheap. It's what humans are designed to do. You can walk through mountain passes, jungles, snow covered glaciers and vast deserts. It would be almost impossible to cycle in some of these environments.

Cycling provides a different type of freedom to walking. Being able to travel large distances without the cost of fuel (other than your food) is liberating. I think cycling is the perfect speed to take an adventure. It's fast enough not to get bored of your surroundings and be able to travel considerable distances in a short space of time but slow enough to soak in the atmosphere and your surroundings.

Walking or Cycling?

Both walking and cycling have their merits. I love both for different reasons. If you choose to go on a cycling adventure, you will be in less pain, that is for sure. You can carry more kit, which usually makes life a little bit more comfortable.

Walking is much simpler than cycling. Setting off from my house in Wiltshire and walking in a north-easterly direction is as simple as an adventure gets. Repairing flat tires and broken racks can become tedious. Especially when you are in the middle of nowhere. At least with walking, all you have to look after is your body (especially your feet). Almost sounds too easy!

It definitely isn't easy for most people. Being self-sufficient on a long walking adventure means carrying all of your own equipment. This is physically draining after a long period of time.

Verdict

If I had to pick a favourite, cycling adventures would be at the top of the list (but only just). A cycling adventure is, in my opinion, the best way to start a life of adventure.

I felt more achievement from the walking challenge than I have from any of my cycling adventures. But I'm not sure if achievement is what I am solely looking for. For me, the most rewarding part of an adventure is to embrace local cultures, be closer to nature and to meet new people. For others, the physical aspect is more important. There is no right or wrong way to go on an adventure. It's good to be able to have a mix of both. Physically demanding but also exciting and awe inspiring.

Either way, by walking or cycling, you can have an amazing adventure for very little money. You don't need an expensive bike or expensive boots. The size and fit of both are much more important.

One key lesson I have learnt is that an adventure without a a strict time limit is much more enjoyable. Part of an adventure should be to have the ability to be flexible. Having a tight timescale to achieve a task reduces this and takes away some of the fun.

If you are thinking about what to do next, all you need to do is book a weekend in your busy diary to go out and do something different. Put your boots on or get out your bike and head off to the hills, the beach or a forest. Camp out for the night and return home the next day. Start small and you might be surprised where you will end up.

Walking to places you would struggle to take a bicycle.

 

Filed Under: Advice, Thoughts and Ramblings Tagged With: cycle touring, cycling, walking, walking with the wounded

My First Adventure – Cycling from London to Paris

3rd March 2017 By Adam Hugill Leave a Comment

I joined the Army with the sole intention of deploying on operations and leading soldiers into combat. My opportunity to deploy on operations came in 2014 when I was deployed to Helmand Province in Afghanistan. In 2014, the large-scale combat operations the British Army had been conducting were coming to an end and the government was focused on withdrawing all of our forces as quickly as possible. This meant that rather than deploying as an infantry platoon commander, I deployed in a staff role which was mainly office based. I spent 4 months in the UK’s largest base, Camp Bastion and assisted with the withdrawal back to the UK.

This isn’t how I imagined the highlight of my career to be. I joined to be tested in the most challenging environment possible. To lead soldiers in combat. Instead, I was pushing a pen in a huge concrete building.

Don’t get me wrong. The work I did, needed to be done. It’s just not how I imagined my first deployment going.

When I have spoken to my colleagues and friends that have been in combat they tell me that I should be careful with what I wish for. That it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. I completely get this, however, I still had an urge to test myself. To escape from the desk and go on an adventure.

Whilst in Afghanistan I read the book ‘moods of future joys‘  by the adventurer, Alistair Humphreys. It is an autobiographical account of Alistair’s four-year cycle ride around the world. I was instantly hooked and spent the majority of my time in Camp Bastion, dreaming about escaping on a bicycle and travelling around the world by bike.

However, there were a few problems.

  1. I didn’t own a bike.
  2. I had a full-time job as an Officer in the British Army with limited free time.
  3. I hadn’t really cycled since I was at school.
  4. I had a Mrs at home that would probably not be happy that after four months away, I decided to spend my time off on a bicycle trip.

Once you return from military operations, you are given some time off to ‘rest and recuperate’. This is important if you have just been involved in highly kinetic combat operations. Not as much so if you have just been sat comfortably behind a desk.

I planned to spend this time on my own bicycle tour. Unfortunately, I didn’t have four years but only two weeks. Still, this would be sufficient to buy a bike and go on my first bicycle adventure.

The idea

Firstly, I had to buy a bike. After searching online for a cheap second-hand one, I bought what I thought would be a decent road bike. I knew very little about what was required for a long distance cycling trip. My cycling knowledge was based completely on what I had seen in the Tour de France and I thought a light bike, like the ones you see Bradley Wiggins on, would be ideal.

Next came the location. It was the 100th anniversary since the start of the Great War. I wanted to visit the war memorials in Belgium so I decided to set my route from London, through Belgium, Luxemburg and onwards to Paris.

Rather than just doing it for the sake of adventure, I decided to use my adventure to raise money for a charity. This would also help my Mrs to agree that it was a good idea. I chose to raise money for the military charity, SSAFA. I had seen the support and good work they have done for serving and ex-serving forces personnel so it felt like a great fit.

Training

I am certainly not what you would consider being a typical cyclist. I am much happier in the front row of a rugby scrum than I am in a super uncomfortable saddle and light carbon fibre frame. Rather than just setting off straight for France, I thought it would be best to train for this adventure. I spent most of my evenings in Afghanistan on the static exercise bike. Burning calories and getting used to time in the saddle. This is the best I could do until I could return home and buy my own bike.

My warm up event was a 100-mile cycle through the Yorkshire hills. From East Yorkshire to West Yorkshire. This was a gruelling day. I loved the views, the speed and the cheap, simple freedom that cycling had to offer but my bottom was sore and my back and hands were not used to spending so long in the same uncomfortable position. I had a long way to go.

Setting off

At the last minute, my good friend Ollie Bambrick decided to join me for the adventure. I was more than willing to head off alone but to have a companion to share this experience with was very much appreciated.

Rather than writing about this adventure here is the film I made shortly after returning. It’s a long one at 18 minutes. Enjoy!

Filed Under: Adventures, Cycle Touring, Europe Tagged With: charity, cycling, europe

Busking to Belfast Video

6th February 2017 By Adam Hugill 1 Comment

I have finally bothered to edit the footage I took from last summers Busking to Belfast adventure. Your comments and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

 

 

Filed Under: Adventures, Cycle Touring, UK, Video Tagged With: busking, cycling, video

Busking to Belfast – Part Two

5th February 2017 By Adam Hugill 1 Comment

This was my first real solo adventure. I usually have a Platoon of men to command or a friend to travel with. This time my partner was the bicycle and a ukulele.

Cycling through Yorkshire was a real unexpected highlight of the trip. As a Yorkshire man, I almost take the beauty of my home county for granted. It was great to visit small towns and cities that I have never been to.  Places such as Halifax, Bradford and Harrogate were full of friendly people who were more than happy to stop and talk to a complete stranger. One man in Harrogate even bought me a pint after I sat on a patch of grass next to a pub to recover from climbing up a big hill.

Nothing beats an ice-cold pint after a hard day of cycling on a hot day. To the friendly guy in Harrogate who bought me this, thank you.

The first performance

My first busk in Ripon was terrifying. It was around 5pm and I had been cycling all day on what was one of the hottest days of the year. I sat on a bench, got my delightful pink music stand out and started to tune the ukulele (the music stand is the wife’s, I promise). Playing those first chords was easy enough but plucking up the courage to sing was much harder. My singing was far too quiet. With no amplification, my ukulele was getting drowned out by the sound of distant cars and the bustle of a marketplace in the summer. I had to sing louder to get noticed.

After the first five songs, I had received nothing in my pathetic empty baseball cap. I was ready to give up but I thought I would give one more song a go. Then the most amazing thing happened. I received a pound! I had been paid for singing!  That person will never realise how happy that pound made me. I eventually made another pound and called it a day with £2 in my pocket. I felt rich. Having made that money by using my limited talents felt so much more satisfying than any pay packet I had received before.

Setting up in Bradford to play for the crowds on a busy Friday afternoon. This was the first town I plucked up the courage to stand up and play rather than sitting down. I found that by standing up I engaged with those passing by more. Not sure if it led to any more money though.

Catching up with old friends

In Bradford, I played for about two hours. I made over £5! Never before I set off did I think I would make that much money in a day. An old friend from university saw on Facebook that I was in the area so he popped into town to see me. It was fantastic to catch up with someone I hadn’t seen for six years. We went to the local chip shop for lunch but I wouldn’t allow him to buy me lunch as that would have been cheating.

The cycle from Yorkshire to Liverpool was beautiful. I followed the Rochdale canal for as far as I could. It was much slower than the road route due to the gravelled surface but it was worth it. The canal is a cyclist’s paradise. I didn’t want to leave the canal but I had to get onto the quicker route to make it to Liverpool on time.

The route 66 national cycle route on the Rochdale canal. This was taken after just entering Lancashire from Yorkshire.

Across the Pennines

The route to Liverpool after leaving the Rochdale canal was long and tedious. Hugging the A580 was dirty, polluted and boring. My aim at this point was purely getting miles under the belt to get to Liverpool.

Upon arriving in Liverpool I had four spare hours until I needed to get the ferry. So at 6pm on a Saturday night, I got the ukulele out and started playing my set list. Two songs in (and £2 up) a man with long silver hair came up and asked how much longer I would be. I told him I was going to play five more songs. He then offered to give me £5 if I would move on. It turns out I had picked a great busking slot and he usually performed there.

After agreeing to move (I was more than happy to make a quick £5) I asked the man what his act was. He told me he plays music on his speakers, puts on his roller blades and skates around the streets. I laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t. He told me his alias is ‘quicksilver’ or Jeff to his friends. Jeff quicksilver made about £20 in 5 minutes!

It was quite astonishing how quickly he had made the money. He was entertaining and unusual. It’s not often you see a pensioner roller skating to music in the streets. I told Jeff I was heading to Belfast, it turned out that was his home town. He wished me well and I was on my way with £7 from my stint in Liverpool.

The border between Yorkshire and Lancashire.

I got the overnight ferry to Belfast from Birkenhead. Travelling with a bicycle through the metro system in Liverpool was a bit of a pain. I had to get to the other side of the River Mersey and you can’t just cycle across. After lugging my heavily laden bicycle into elevators that were far too small to fit my bike in I got to Birkenhead and made my way to the ferry port.

The ferry across was pleasant enough. Priced at £30 each way, it was a bargain. I didn’t pay to get a cabin so got my roll mat and sleeping bag out and got a few hours’ sleep under a coffee table. This was also a good place to charge all my cameras, phone and GPS.

Northern Ireland 

After three days of scorching summer weather (by English standards anyway) arriving in Belfast to rain was fairly pleasant. I set off from the port at 6:30 am with no real destination as my target other than to follow the coast west. After an hour of cycling in the constant rain I started to feel tired and sorry for myself. I started following the coast initially north, then west towards Larne was my first leg.

Having the sea on my right-hand side was nice, for some reason I have always enjoyed following a coastal route. Stopping on the beach in fine weather always puts a smile on my face. This wasn’t going to happen today. The rain was becoming tiring. I was cold, wet and hungry. All the shops were still closed as it was about 7:30 am. I spotted an underpass for the small A road I was following and decided to get some shelter. Slowly I placed my roll mat and sleeping bag on the floor of the heavily graffiti-laden underpass and got an hours sleep. I was that tired that I wasn’t even particularly bothered by the strong smell of urine in the tunnel.

I woke and the rain had slowed. Time to get back on the bike and stop feeling sorry for myself. In Larne, I stopped at a Lidl supermarket to buy some food with the money I had made in Liverpool. I bought an absolute feast for £3. I got a jar of olives, bunch of bananas, a cheesy bread roll, eight tortilla wraps and a pack of ginger nuts biscuits. More than enough to keep me going.

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Shopping at Lidl to keep down the costs. All of this for under £3.

The scenery past Larne was a pure coastal cycling dream. Long winding roads with the occasional fishing village with nothing more than a local post office and pub. This type of scenery was what I was looking forward to the most before I started the trip. I continued past the lovely town of Ballygalley heading west. The only problem with my route was the distinct lack of towns to busk in. Most towns didn’t have a town centre as such. Just a handful of shops on a road with little or no people on the streets to perform to. I had enough food to get me through the day and had some money left over from Yorkshire but I needed to busk at some point.

The real Game of Thrones

Like most of the rest of the world, I am a big Game of Thrones (GoT) fan. Northern Ireland is the major filming location for the series so I was keen to visit some of the sites made famous by the series. The first GoT filming location I stopped in was the coastal town of Cushendun. Here are the caves where Melisandre, the red woman who gave birth to a demon that eventually went on to kill Renly Baratheon. The caves are easy to access, I took my bicycle all the way to them and parked it inside the cave. There were only a couple of other tourists about who had probably gone there due to the GoT link as well. I considered wild camping in the cave but a hard floored tourist destination didn’t seem to be the best place I could sleep that night.

I continued west along the Torr head scenic route. It was glorious weather and you could see the Mull of Kintyre in Scotland over the sea. The route was beautiful but also very hilly. I had to stop and push my bike up the hill on a number of occasions. My water was running low and I was miles from the next town. I pushed on, soaking in the scenery and enjoying the steep downhills. It was still light at around 8 pm with the sun setting at around 9:50 pm each night. I spotted a small forest on the downhill towards Ballycastle and picked that as my camp for the night.

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It was a great wild camping spot. Close enough to the road that I could get back on route quick enough in the morning but far enough in cover that nobody would ever see me. It was also next to a small flowing stream. Always great to freshen up in the morning.

The next day I continued west to Ballycastle. A nice enough town but I arrived early so everything was closed. From Ballycastle, I moved off the coastal route and started heading South-West towards the Dark Hedges. This has again been made famous by GoT.  It is a road with huge looming trees, interwoven to create almost a tunnel. It is an impressive sight. Almost as impressive is the number of coaches and tourists that they manage to squeeze into the narrow functioning country road.

A local half marathon being held and the dark hedges were the highlights of the route so the police stopped the tourist buses for an hour or so whilst the race was being held. Once the race was finished the hordes of American and Asian tourists flooded back into the area; snapping away with their DSLRs. It’s not like I should be complaining as after all, I am just the same as the rest of the tourists.

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My photo of a lone half marathon runner at the Dark Hedges and the same location below as shown in the Game of Thrones.

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I was still struggling to find a busking spot. At this point, I should have got my ukulele out at the dark hedges but I didn’t feel comfortable ruining the tourist’s day with my awful singing. Running short on money, I needed to busk, so I headed to the next town on the coast with the aim of busking regardless of the amount of people there.

I headed quickly downhill towards Ballintoy Bay, again made famous by GoT. This is the location of Pike, one of the Iron Islands. I could instantly see why they used this site to film the Iron Islands. The small Bay looked old, almost like it was from another time. On a rough day, I could imagine the waves would come right over the craggy rocks with only the man-made walls there to protect the boats. There was a small cafe in the bay and a good number of tourists. I popped into the cafe to ask if it was ok to busk. They gave me their blessing so I set up for the first time in Northern Ireland. After an hour and half of performing, I made £3. I was more than happy with that amount. It meant I wouldn’t go hungry.

Taking the scenic route

The road down to Ballintoy Bay was great fun to cycle down. It is a long, winding road but fairly steep in places. Rather than retracing my route up the hill, I decided to follow the Causeway footpath. It hugged the shore of the coast west towards the Giants Causeway.

This was a mistake.

The route was boggy mud in places which meant getting off the bike and pushing. This meant lifting my heavy bike onto my shoulders and crossing the deep mud, gates, stiles and fences.  There were large boulders and rocks blocking my path which meant carrying the bike again and there was lots of loose dry sand. Wet sand is fine but dry loose sand I discovered is an instant handbrake for a bicycle. However, despite all of that taking that route was the most enjoyable part of the whole trip.

Taking my bicycle where it wasn’t meant to go got strange looks from the local ramblers but they often stopped and talked to me, asking why I was going this way with the bike. They often told me that I wouldn’t be able to get the bike through the next part as it’s too wet/rocky/sandy. This was just the motivation I needed to get through the next part of the route. The long beach between Ballintoy and Dunseverick was brilliant to cycle across. Miles of wet sand, rugged coastline and even a herd of cows sat relaxing on the beach!

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When I arrived at the Giants Causeway and thought this was my time to cash in. I played two songs and had made £2 already. I was on fire! That was until the nice lady from the National Trust extinguished my act and told me I couldn’t play there. I followed her direction, packed up and made my way towards Coleraine.

This was the last part of my short adventure in Northern Ireland. I found the Northern Irish people to be friendly and always happy to stop and talk, even to this English man. Not once did I mention that I am in the British Army or talk about politics. It is always easier to avoid talking politics anywhere in the world.

I got the train from Coleraine back to Belfast and stayed in a hostel that night where I met a fantastic busker performing in the hostel kitchen area. His name is Ruben and is the Swedish Street performer champion for the last three years running. We shared our tales of busking and travelling and went for a well-needed pint in Belfast.

Lessons from the Road

I am always looking for different ways to push myself and to have different experiences. I joined the Army to deploy on operations and test myself in the most challenging environment possible.

War.

Unfortunately (or many would say, fortunately) during my six years as a regular Army Officer I have never deployed in a combat role on operations. I deployed in a staff role to Afghanistan and never once left our largest base, Camp Bastion. Due to missing out on this I feel a need to find ways to push and test myself in the form of adventures.

This adventure ticked many boxes. Not because of the hundreds of miles spent on the saddle of a bicycle. It was the learning of a new instrument and singing in the streets for the first time. The cycling almost took a backseat for this adventure. The busking is what pushed me out of my comfort zone.

Don’t get me wrong. Physically, the cycling was at times challenging.  I learnt that ‘scenic route’ actually means the route with horrible hills that you may have to get off and push your bike up.

Travelling alone can be liberating. Having nobody to answer to, all your decisions become based on the here and now. I feel that everybody should experience solo travel at least once in their life. You learn so much about yourself.
I need to keep doing these types of adventures. Be it alone or with somebody else, the world is a big place and over a lifetime, we can all only scratch the surface. I also realised how important my wife is to me. She is a Saint. She puts up with my constant escapades and I shouldn’t take that for granted.

Filed Under: Adventures, Cycle Touring, UK Tagged With: budget, cycle touring, cycling, game of thrones, lancashire, Northern Ireland, wild camping, yorkshire

The End of a Journey

5th February 2017 By Adam Hugill Leave a Comment

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters in the end” 

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness 

I often spend my days dreaming up ideas for new adventures. One of my favourite parts of a new adventure is the planning phase. Checking routes on maps, researching locations and reading about other people’s experiences in similar places. 

The end of an adventure is often quite depressing. From exploring new locations and soaking in all the new sights, sounds and smells to going back to the everyday existence of work and family life. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my work and cherish time at home as I am often away.  It is the adjustment from living in a manner that is so simple and free to going back to some of the mundane things in life, like mowing the lawn or paying bills.

Being on the road during my cycle/busking adventure through Northern Ireland had a certain routine to it just like a ‘normal’ week at work. It goes like this:

  1. Wake up at sunrise and slowly pack away tent and re-attach the panniers and equipment to the bike.
  2. Find somewhere to refill water bottles.
  3. Get some early morning miles under my belt. If I have over 50km done before lunch time it makes the afternoon easier.
  4. Aim to arrive in a large town to busk after lunch.
  5. Set up the music stand, retune the ukulele.
  6. Pluck up the courage to sing loud and hopefully in tune.
  7. Count the meagre amount of coins I have made.
  8. Pack up and get some more miles under my belt before sunset.
  9. Look for a stealth camp spot.
  10. Once selected, occupy the spot and get out the tent.
  11. Cook some hot food and have a wash.
  12. Sleep

What makes the day interesting is the people you meet whilst travelling. People will often stop and talk to a lone traveller on a heavily laden bicycle. The scenery and wildlife do a good job of keeping you entertained and stimulated as well.

I feel I have had my summer fix of type 2 fun (horrid at the time, only fun to reminisce afterwards). Now it’s time to relax. Is that even possible?

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