I arrived in Harwich on thursday evening and after a bit of searching I managed to find a place to stay.
A room with a view of the ocean no less. 🙂
After a real English breakfast I set of towards London, following the national cycle route 51 towards Colechester. It was immediately apparent that this was no longer the Netherlands. No more cycle paths, at the best, quiet country lanes, but at times I was forced to walk along the side of very busy roads. It was time to break out the safety vest and try to be very careful.
The scenery was very English, with red telephone boxes and grey skies!
Not long into the day I had another flat, which turned out to be the first in a series of punctures to plague me all the way into London. All in all I think I had 5 punctures, and that was just between Harwich and London. Only 4 days of walking… I should have bought those new tyres in Amsterdam!
At least the hearty breakfasts I was eating was keeping my strength up for all the repairs.
On saturday I left Colechester, following cycle path 1, and finally made camp at Osea camping, near Heybridge. Spent the evening in the campgrounds pub, watching a musical show that was introduced as being “straight from West End” (wonder why they had to leave), and spent a windy, rainy night in the tent.
Sunday I walked through Chelmsford and headed out through the countryside.
With a few more puntures to take care of on the way…
Along the way I saw a great range of interesting vehicles, 3 wheeled Morgans, Lotus and Rolls Royces, but the best was a Mini Cooper S.
Love Minis, my first car was a Mini, though nowhere near as nice as this one ( Not even a Cooper).
Walked late into the night and at the last moment, before they closed, I got a room at a pub in Fyfield. Woke up the next morning to yet another puncture, not even carpet was helping!
Monday was a long day. I was tired and sluggish and even developed a couple of blisters between my toes. The day before I had stepped on a large thorn that went right through my flip-flops and into the arch of my foot and every step was a reminder. I was headed to Petters’ place near Tottenham. Petter, who had written a story about me and some other Swedish “adventurers” for Aftonbladet, had promised me the loan of a couch for a day or two and I was very pleased to finally arrive.
At least I managed to find the road to Sydney. 🙂
Walking through the London suburbs was interesting, it reminded me a lot of Sydney. Could just as well have been walking through a Sydney suburb, the architecture and general look of the place was so familiar.
I’ve spent today, Tuesday, chasing through London after some kevlar reinforced tyres and managed to finally find 4. They are now fitted to the Mule and I hope that will be the end to the endless series of punctures I have suffered. Even found time to do a recorded interview with Evy, my first in English.
Tomorrow I intend to spend the day playing tourist in London. Riding the underground, visiting pubs, looking at people and, who knows, maybe even taking a few photographs.