The Great Escape: Lublin to Poznań, Poland

“It’s not a matter of if, but when this driver will have an accident. I can pinpoint exactly the timing of this accident. It will happen just after his luck runs out.” This was one of Mark’s early driving assessments as a young and feckless courier. I plagiarised it now to deliver judgement on theContinue reading “The Great Escape: Lublin to Poznań, Poland”

Of Mice & Men – Éguisheim, Alsace, France

“For breakfast, they have a massive bowl of coffee, like a cereal bowl, and they dip in pieces of a huge, bell-shaped cake, called Kugelhopf!” These were the awed observations of cultural differences, relayed to my parents, following my first ever trip abroad. Aged 14, I had been on a school exchange to Alsace toContinue reading “Of Mice & Men – Éguisheim, Alsace, France”

“I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France

Since the caravan brakes didn’t fail and we’ve already used up the stress-making options of a Kamikaze Lorry and towing a caravan through the Mistral, Mark tried to add a different layer of excitement to our departure. As he loaded the bikes on to the van, he tried to amputate the end of his fingerContinue reading ““I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France”

A Week in Provence – Verdon to Avignon: We Plan, The Gods Laugh…

Big Blue and Caravan Kismet were all packed up and ready to go by 9am, right on schedule. We had appointments in Avignon the following day. After our hair-raising drive in, the plan was to leave early and get the precipitous hairpins of the Gorges du Verdon out of the way before it got tooContinue reading “A Week in Provence – Verdon to Avignon: We Plan, The Gods Laugh…”