Don’t double-dip the chamois-cream!

For non-cyclist readers, chamois-cream is unguent applied to those parts of cyclists most likely to chafe. It should be obvious why a second scoop, at least with the hand that applied the first scoop, is a serious breach of hygiene and marital etiquette! NB I have not done this!

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Ni with digital evidence

View from our train to Oberalppass

View from our train to Oberalppass

View from our train to Oberalppass

View from our train to Oberalppass – look at that road!

View from our train to Oberalppass

View from our train to Oberalppass

Coming into Oberalppass station

Oberalppass station

We cycled down that …

… but we couldn’t cycle up that!

Looking around from where I waited for Elly

Wierd thing en route

The Rhine emerges from Tomasee down the gorge on the right

The Rhine

Place-may in the pub: churches around Trun

Tide marks where I had kinesiology tape on my leg

We’re in a Romansch-speaking area. Our landlady speaks it, German and Italian. Also she seems to know at least one word of Russian: ‘spasiba’ (‘thanks’).

Advert in Romansch

Squelch!

Photo of Bruce and Elly’s bikes

All Levved up and Fidel’s to go!

The ever-wonderful Elly has described our trip from home to North Shields so what can I add? Well, I’m amazed I can even think about blogging after 4 hours’ sleep last night, but I’m just so happy to be travelling again with my lovely lady. And of course huge thanks to her and our employers and our various yoga-teachers, spinning instructors, and therapists for all their parts in enabling this trip! Continue reading

Votez mes maillots!

I’ve just received this (bought from Organic Athlete):

I do – but slowly!

But I only intend to take 3 jerseys on the honeymoon. So which of these treasures do I leave at home?

IRN·BRU

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On mature(?) reflection, I have to pay tribute to LifesCycle for keeping me fit and sane, and I have to take something slightly rude, and I won’t be able to feed my addiction while we’re away. So, with sadness, the Irn Bru stays in the wardrobe.

 

Never mind Brexit, it’s legsit! #firstworldproblems

This post is a reminder of an infamous article in the Daily Mail.

So I felt fine after doing a wee ride on 1st July, but when I went to bed my left buttock and thigh went into really painful contracted spasm, and stayed that way so I hardly slept. When I got up on Monday morning, the spasms went away but my left shin was very painful. It took me over 15 minutes to limp from the flat to the taxi-rank outside the Rutland – around a quarter of a mile, involving several stops and much swearing. Continue reading