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Journey

The first of many new countries… The Netherlands

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The dawn of a new day arrives as we sail into the port at Hoek of Holland.  I can’t see this because I am staying on the inside cabin; however I do get a lovely jingle at 05:30.  Writing this blog the jingle starts playing in my head.  Realising I only had 4 hours sleep, combination of time difference and deciding to have an extra beer whilst writing my journal.

This is the first time in my life I have ever written a journal and I glad I am.  I never realised there was ever this much to write about a day.  Clearing your mind at the end of the day whilst tidying you thoughts makes blogging easier; it also aides in a good night’s sleep.  After years of sleep issues why did I never do this before?

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Wild camping – who needs sleep

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Saying goodbye is always difficult and more so if you will not see them for another 4 years. So when it came to say goodbye to my brother it was a difficult moment and naturally a delayed start to the day.  But this was also going to be my first day wild camping, maybe that was also a reason for a slow start to the day.

I’ve wild camped before but usually in areas where it is expected or known to be tolerated.  Never just stop in a secluded spot and setup camp.  There is always something at the back of my mind when wild camping that I might get moved on, attacked or bike stolen.  This happens very rarely and usually only in cities, which is why you should always camp away from populated areas!

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Starting a new adventure

Starting a new adventure – not so much a grand start but more an anti-climax

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So the time has arrived, panniers loaded, water bottles full, snacks at the ready, batteries charged, me? On starting a new adventure I would expect that I would know the answer; however I still don’t know and possibly never will.

So it comes to leave and a couple of pictures taken by my sister and I start pedalling, uphill as always (the story of the next few days)! Setting off ended up an anti-climax. I guess after over a year of plotting, scheming, gearing up and building the bike I thought there would be more fan-fare, but alas it seems starting a new adventure is nothing more than an uphill struggle to pedal.

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