Home sweet home

On the last day of our trip, we woke to the sound of the bonkers church bells that had been ringing almost every 15 minutes during the day for the whole time we’d been in Amsterdam and, much like the very first day of our trip three months ago back in Spain, it was chucking it down.  Luckily, this time we weren’t in a tent but we still had to cycle 20 miles from the hostel to the ferry port for our boat back to the UK.

Once we’d escaped the millions of other bikes in the city, it was a super easy flat, if not a bit wet, cycle to the ferry port with a designated and smooth-as-silk cycle lane the whole way.

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We really started to regret not bringing proper coats after a freezing two hour wait getting through check-in (brrrr), but eventually we got on the ferry, locked our bikes up with the lorries and waved goodbye to Holland and to our awesome summer of cycling.

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??????????After a delayed crossing and rain-filled debacle getting off the ferry, we missed our train connection home from Newcastle but eventually made it back home to sunny Halifax.

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A nice hot bath (resulting in a lovely bathtub camping grub tideline), a proper cup of (Yorkshire) tea and an influx of visits from family and friends later, it’s so good to be back in our little home sweet home.

Over the last three months, we’ve visited 11 different countries, cycled almost 2500 miles, seen some amazing places and made some fascinating new friends.  It’s not all been plain cycling but we’ve had the best adventure EVER and are so glad we did it on bikes (well, most of it anyway).

I found this lovely quote by Ernest Hemingway that sums up my thoughts on the matter of travelling by bicycle pretty well (and much more poetically than I could muster after a long journey home):

“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and can coast down them. … Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motorcar only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.”

Too true, Mr Hemingway!

As lovely and cosy as it is to be home, I’m sure the novelty of constant wifi, a proper bed and a kitchen that doesn’t just consist of a chopping board, a knife and a pan will soon wear off, and there’s only one cure for the post-adventure blues…. start planning the next one… YIPPEE!! 🙂


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