Day 45 Thursday 7th July 2016
2016 tour of Europe status: COMPLETED!
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs
It has been a few weeks since finishing my cycling tour of Europe, and realised I never finished my blog off. It’s all OK, I survived the flight back!
Since arriving back home I rested for a day before travelling to Exeter for a course. I actually felt quite awake, something I didn’t expect after cycling and average of just under 100km every day for the last 6 weeks!
However since then the lack of sleep caught up with me and for about five days I have rested as much as possible. After waking up at 6am to cycle before the main heat of the day for the last month it is harder than I thought to have a lie in. Even though I had the whole day to rest I would still find myself waking up at 8pm when I had planned to sleep untill 11am!
Here is my diary for the last day of my 2016 tour from Norway to Spain:
Day Thursday June 2016
I set my alarm early, waking up an hour before I had to leave for the airport. It wasn’t really necessary as all my bags were pack, my bike was in it’s box but I still had pre-flight nerves.
The receptionist thought I was very keen leaving three hours before my flight. She had suggested I allow 40 minutes. The taxi driver was very friendly and fast yet it was a fairly silent journey. He couldn’t speak a word of english and the most I could say in Spanish was “Hola!” The only other Spanish I knew were things like “where do you live?” or “what’s your favourite colour?” Both would grant me odd looks and start conversations I wouldn’t be able to understand the answers!
The airport at Girona was small and quick to go through the checks. After buying some gigantic Spanish olives to take home and a long wait, I boarded the plane back to Bristol. There was the usual groan when the pilot mentioned the temperature in Bristol. A cool 15°c would be a shock compared to the 35°c in Girona.
My bike survived the flight along with my luggage. I was greeted back in Bristol by my mum and the cool British weather.
After cycling over 4000k I gladly accepted a comfy bed and house to sleep and recover in. My mum’s food with homegrown vegetables were a great welcome back, a great change from pasta and couscous, cooked on a small gas stove.
Thanks for reading my blog, the encouragement and sharing your stories with me. On the long days or when the weather was bad all my wonderful followers kept me going! I would also like to thank all the generosity I had on my travels, from the fellow travellers and locals to the amazing Warmshowers hosts. I hope you feel inspired and one day go on your own adventure (if you haven’t already!)