Escapade to Morocco

Before I moved to Spain I promised myself that I would use my relocation as an opportunity to visit Morocco, over the Easter holiday I took this opportunity. Having been forced to adjust to a Spanish salary my trip was going to be in true traveller spirit, on a cheap budget, luxuries would only be found in the places and adventures that I would go on.

 

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La Indomable… Mi primer Gran Fondo

I picked up a bicycle again a little under two years ago. It had been a sabbatical of almost ten years, the time in between having been filled with various team sports, a few gym memberships and a mild interest in running. When I look back at my more youthful years now I recognise that I always had an affinity with the bicycle.

In the beginning there was the bicycle I learned to ride on, I remember the first ride with no stabilisers being on the road that led to the neighbourhood’s garages. Then there was my Raleigh NightBurner BMX that had red handle bar and top-tube pads that I loved, neglected (on arrival of a new mountain bike) and then cried over when I discovered that my Dad had given it away.

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Andalusian Cycling, Summer and Autumn 2015

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After my summer travels in Europe I had a little free time before I began the academic year and what follows is a list of some of the more enjoyable cycle rides that I found myself doing as I prepared myself for work again and some that I have managed to squeeze in on my days off since I have returned to work.

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Central Europe: Prague, Czech Republic

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I’ve been so preoccupied with getting my head around my classes at work for this new academic year that I have slightly neglected my writing from my summer travels. Fortunately I have only one more entry to make, and judging by how much time has lapsed and the minuscule notes I might not be able to give the full picture!

1. Edge of the town square

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Central Europe: Vienna, Austria

0. CoverHaving boarded the cross-border train from Budapest to Vienna I settled into the book that I had been picking up in bad weather moments and tedious flights. Train journeys are usually quite calm but this one had the added excitement of an unscheduled stop at the Austrian border to allow border patrol guards on. Although no one was ejected from the train they methodically worked their way through the carriages checking people’s passports and credentials, a gradual accumulation of ‘illegal’ refugees and migrants grew between the border patrol guards as they moved along the train.

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Central Europe: Budapest, Hungary

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I arrived in Budapest in the middle of a horrendous thunderstorm, after grabbing an airport bus that connected to a glorious tram with an interior daubed with olive green walls and low-light yellow glass wall lights I arrived in Budapest at Nyugati train station. After getting slightly confused in a rather grim underpass that had partially flooded from the torrential downpour that was continuing above, I discovered the correct exit and, closely hugging the semi-shelter of building walls, walked the few hundred metres to my hostel. The weather refused to allow any evening activities and with a common room full of bedraggled travellers I chose to have an early night.

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Eastern Europe: Sofia, Bulgaria

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As soon as I finished my final summer intensive class the first thing I did was jump onto Skyscanner, type Malaga to ‘Everywhere’ and looked at my cheapest European flight options. The first country that came up, which I hadn’t of course been to already, was Bulgaria. Possibly not everyone’s traditional idea of a holiday destination but certainly, at least to me, a location that fulfilled the requisite of being unknown and having the potential for adventure. Tickets booked, I found myself a few days later on a plane to Sofia.

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