Rolling down the west coast toward the sunset, rising on the east coast with the Mediterranean sun. 7 languages, two seasons, one time change. 4 welcoming homes, all the dogs, not so many cats and more pots of road dahl than days on the road. Strong black coffee, a quest for flat whites, the perfect porridge and one euro biscuits. 2 second hand jumpers, 1 borrowed blanket and countless searches for screw top gas. A never ending war on mosquitos, 2 nights in the sprinklers and 2 nights in the storm. Foraged apples to drive by oranges, dancing in the sun to laughing in the rain. 2500km pedalled, 300 metres ascended, 300 metres descended, constant phone/ keys/ wallet/ passport checks, 14 rolls of film shot, no arguments, only love; its nice to be home for Christmas in Cadiz. 

 

Now that we’re two months in and our film has been sent for development, it’s nice to be horizontal making the most of the festive cheer. Although we are (relatively but not actually) so far from home we want to thank each and every one of you for all of your positivity and general stoke, it really has been the fuel to our fire and we have hit the road to meet the horizon with a keen eye and a warm smile thinking of all our friends and family back home. 

 

The journey, so far, has been an astounding feat of trying to remember what day it is. Waking with the sun and falling with dusk has blurred the hands on the clock, the only way to know how many days we’ve been at it is to count how many pairs of underwear we have left - but even that is a dubious as it sounds. We left England thinking that we had a unique concept only to end up bumping into friends from home and meeting other wayward nomads on their own (bizarrely identical) quests. We’ve come to learn that England is a small island and of all the universal hand gestures - pedalling with your hands to demonstrate cycling is the most widely understood action. We’ve also realised that being afraid of what "could go wrong” is answering a question you’re too unsure to challenge. 

 

 

They say that good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger the wind. The stronger the tree.