Posts Tagged ‘trip’

Girona training camp

Somewhere in Northern Spain.

Somewhere in Northern Spain.

I recently returned from a week’s training holiday in the countryside just north of Girona. Jonny, Millsy, Simmo and I were well looked after by our hosts Girona Cycling, and – despite getting a cold, and enduring epic quantities of rain in the first half of the week – we had a great trip.

Highlights included:

  • an awesome loop from Mas Pelegri over to Olot, taking in some snaking climbs and swooping descents through forests

View Serinya loop in a larger map

  • 3-course meals, every night, cooked up by long-time Rapha rider and chef Ben
  • Finally getting the chance to see A Sunday in Hell on DVD (twice in one day as it turned out)

Low-points included:

  • Monday – rain; Tuesday – rain; Wednesday – rain
  • Friday’s ride, when we headed out with Maarten de Jonge (a Dutch pro on the Endura Racing team) to climb Els Angels. I can’t remember feeling weaker on a bike – I wasn’t bonking, it must have been some sort of post-viral exhaustion. Considering my usual form on hills, it was pretty gutting to be dropped hard and often.

Asian bike round-up

Rickshaws in Kathmandu.

Rickshaws in Kathmandu.

Abandoned bike in Kathmandu.

Abandoned bike in Kathmandu.

I'm wondering how the fruit vendor stays upright when on the move...

I'm wondering how the fruit vendor stays upright when on the move...

A brief bike-related retrospective from my trip to Nepal. Please enjoy the full photo set.

Where Are You Go trailer

Another inspiring and tantalising preview of this September’s Bicycle Film Festival in London.

World’s Most Dangerous Road



My workmate Felipe sent me a link to an article about biking the ‘World’s Most Dangerous Road’ – which turns out to be in Bolivia, not at Elephant & Castle, as I previously thought. It’s added to the ‘I will ride this before I’m 60’ list.

Back on it

Around town in DC.

Around town in DC.

I went to Washington DC last week for a holiday. In summary, DC (at least the bits I visited) is very touristy, very stars ‘n’ stripes, really quite artificial – and frankly, kinda dull.

Wary of packing on pounds from potato chips, beer and desserts, during the week I put in a couple of token workouts in the hotel gym. Actually, the main purpose of these was not to burn calories but to warm up then have a good stretch – walking around town all day made my feet sore and my whole trunk and legs very stiff. Sightseeing and shopping are alike in this respect: they both cause fatigue without gratification.

I must have picked up some bug mid-week, because I was suffering on the flight home (I also got drunk Thursday night which didn’t help). By the time I landed at Heathrow, my body felt like a sack. 

Miraculously, however, I have turned the situation around. I had Friday off, then did 6 laps of Regent’s Park yesterday, followed by 3 hours hard this morning with London Phoenix. And now I feel fine, much less worried about the forthcoming Ventoux sportive…

Take a Seat

Respect to Dominic Gill for his epic and noble journey from top to toe of the Americas.


And respect for a fantastic website.

Japanese do bike shops better

Just back from a trip to Japan. Generally, it was awesome. One of the things you always catch yourself saying when you travel around the country is ‘Why can’t we have that back at home?’. Everything appears to work better, everyone appears to work harder, and everyone goes that extra mile to make things better for everyone else.

One evening I was wandering around the backstreets of Kyoto when I looked up and saw this store:

It’s a men’s retro clothing store that ALSO sells vintage road bikes, fixies and track frames. Incredible. I barrelled in there with my camera at the ready. 

Imagine a store when you could come away with a new shirt AND a crankset. 


Vintage Eddy Merckx.

Vintage Eddy Merckx.