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Planes, Coaches and Automobiles!


PRE – JOURNEY
My plan is to start in a warm’ish country for spring, heading northwards into Europe as the summer takes hold.
After many hours, OK days, I chose the coast of Morocco. I’ve never been to north north west Africa … so why not!
Wash
Months before departure is spent buying and then sending back new bits of kit, I think I thought I would need! Then, what can’t go back is put on eBay.
What a palaver!
New bearings
In the mean time I’m prepping my Thorn Sherpa ready for the start line.
The main things obviously been the points of contact.

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Thorn Sherpa – Final Build


A coach, three flights, a coach and many hours, my Thorn Sherpa arrives, along with me. Thankfully in one piece to the little town of Owaka, Catlins, New Zealand.
Arrival after 3 flights. UK to New Zealand
Some minor superficial damage to the box, apart from that, it’s all in good order. A box over a bag any day! Box vs Bag.Bike ready for rebuild
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Thorn Sherpa – Pre Build


After years of deliberation and countless hours on the road in the UK, New Zealand and Tasmania dreaming of a new bike-build, I settle for an English number!
I arrived back to Blighty from Tasmania in May 2013. One of my first port-of-calls was to cycle up to Bridgwater, Somerset from Poole, Dorset to test ride a Thorn bicycle. Thorn Cycles.
Thorn Cycles
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It’s About the Bike


So here we are about to leave Tasmania. Over six months since I left the shores of England for New Zealand.
In that time I’ve cycled countless miles (yet to tally up), conquered many BIG  l o n g hills, visited family, worked at a backpackers, welded an ailing bike, fought mind bending headwinds, endured countless road kill, ran away arms flaying from sand flies, grew a handlebar moustache, had a haircut, fell of the bike twice, broke and lost sunglasses, ate tons of pasta (need a bigger saucepan!), surveyed lots of stars, cycled in snow, cycled in blistering heat, cycled in cold driving horizontal rain, got lost a few times, wild camped most of the time, stealth camped, caravan parked camped, camped in a rugby changing room, camped on tennis courts, 50km’s is enough for one day, found a maggot in my coffee, attacked by jumping ants, lost travel adapter, slept a lot, experienced four seasons in one day, helped a hedgehog cross the road, hate vehicles even more, attacked by Magpies, chased ‘Low Battery’ endlessly, need a dynamo hub, lost a good friend, cried on my bike, spent too much time chasing the elusive wi-fi, new drive train on bike, experienced Warm Showers, Continue reading

Lower Pennycrocker Farm to Constantine Bay


I wake to the Atlantic rain hitting the south-western shores.
Camp packed away, and onto the back roads for the A39. Great to be on the bike.  The rain gets really heavy as I trundle along the A39. So make a detour again, to the war museum, and a welcome pot of tea!
Once on the trail, the rain slightly subsides and we are out of the wind. When I say ‘we’; its bike and I!
Camel Trail path
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