Europe Cycle Tour: Sweden (Part 1)

Back at their apartment, I placed myself in front of the stove promising my poor hosts the best lasagne they’ve ever had. Within minutes I had burnt the butter and set off a fire alarm that automatically alerts the fire department, so they had to call and tell them it was just an idiot homeless cycle-tourist who had forgotten how kitchens work.

Cycling France, and falling in love with travel

How travel changed my life This is the story of my first ever cycle tour in 2002. I was 19 years old and broke, but desperately wanted to see the world. A friend and I bought two second-hand mountain bikes for €40 each and planned to cycle from Paris to Rome. Neither of us had […]