"I've stayed around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's coming on.
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Spirit of New Zealand glides past Waiheke in the late afternoon, but there is very little heat in that sun.
This summer's firewood hasn't had a chance to dry out but already we are burning it. The sun disappears over the pohutukawa covered hills by mid afternoon and the chill sets in. It's the fireplace or foreign lands and we are choosing the latter.
The tandem is split in two as we pack it
into two large cardboard boxes for our
flight to Munich.
The tandem has been given an overhaul - new tyres, brake pads, chains, a rear sprocket and cables for the brakes and gear shift. The stitching on Judy's saddle is showing signs of wear but she reckons it's good for a few thousand kilometres yet. My Brooks saddle - the type loved or loathed by touring cyclists - looks as uncomfortable as ever, but I've bought new padding for my backside and baggy shorts to wear over it - nothing looks worse than an ageing cyclist in skin tight Lycra.
creaking and groaning, but we figure the aches and pains won't stop us
The biggest question to resolve should have been, where shall we go? The world is such a big place when viewed from a bike and there is so much good riding out there. However, we feel there is unfinished business in Europe, so that's where we are headed.
Having set out last time in the west in England, and cycled via the Loire in France, various canals, the Rhine and Danube to Vienna in Austria, we have already covered a fair chunk of the continent. Once in Vienna, we headed south. This time we want to stay with the Danube and continue east until it spills out through a marshy delta into the Black Sea. Along the way we will pass through Slovakia, Hungary, Croatia, Serbia, Bulgaria and Romania.
What happens when we dip our toes in the Black Sea isn't clear at this stage. It feels a bit like asking,"how long is a piece of string?" If we have the energy we want to keep heading east either by ferry across the Black Sea or by pedal power and maybe bus through Turkey. Ultimately we would like to get to Georgia or Azerbaijan. It really depends on the length of that piece of string.