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Day #4: Caernafon to Machynlleth

Day #4: Caernafon to Machynlleth

Without doubt the best day by any metric.

Start the day at Celtic Hotel

With a full breakfast, but hang on, can you squeeze a continental in there too? Hell, let’s do both. Alpen, milk, fruit, honey, full breakfast, coffee, fruit juice, toast.

The full hit. Some of the other guests weren’t impressed by the amount of food that was put on for me, I could tell by the looks I was getting. In Caernarfon terms, the Celtic is fairly high-brow. F*ck them.

Ate it all apart from 2 rounds of toast.

I’ve said this before. If you want to start the day full of exercise, the best way to start it is with fructose, that’s fruit. It goes into the blood stream quickest and will give you the greatest start for the least effort in energy terms. In addition, you need a heavy dose of carbs, these are absorbed slower and will release energy further into the day at a steady pace. Any fatty food is no good IMO, it bloats you, slows you down.

Generally the full-breakfast ain’t as good as the continental for the best start for a cyclist.

Must have been a particularly low in fat full breakfast because it didn’t bloat me or slow me down at all.

All in all, the perfect start to the day! I felt right till I got to Harlech!

The sun is shining!

Shocker…

That bright blue orb, sorry yellowish orb we call the ‘sun’ was in the sky.

Even thought it was cold, at 9am when I got going, the sun was out!

Not only that, there was very little wind!

Magic!

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Day #3: Holyhead to Caernarfon

Day #3: Holyhead to Caernarfon

Believe it or not; 1st proper day of cycling.

Although it was a short one. I was finished by about 3pm. It was the first day I’ve been able to get some speed up without having wind, or rain, or both blasted in my face for 5 hours.

The absence of these two blessed features made me feel a lot better, and it’s the first day it’s actually felt nice.

Windy hiller

Wind is like carrying rocks around. Any momentum is destroyed. All your efforts to move at a reasonable pace are…… destroyed…. It’s like the worst for a cyclist aside from hail and snow and winter stuff.

Today it was relatively lacking.

Hills

Accommodation problems

When I reached the destination property which was on a holiday home park called Glan Gwna Holiday Park, I suspected there might be problems as I reached the chalet and it had washing hanging outside. Pairs of jeans, frocks, towels, etc. Normal everyday wash as it looked like.

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Day #2: Llandudno to Holyhead

Day #2: Llandudno to Holyhead

A spot of bad luck

You could call this one.

  1. My phone dropped on the road TWICE and smashed the screen. Luckily, a) I didn’t run it over b) it has a screen cover and couldn’t shatter properly.
  2. My watch didn’t record today’s journey and it’s only half a trip on Strava. Travelled 5 hours and recorded 3. Whether I touched something on my watch, I don’t know.
  3. I got a puncture following NCR (national cycle route) 5 through woods coming down into Holyhead. Only about 2.5 miles from base but had to pump the tyre up 3 times before I could make it into town.
  4. When I got to the hotel, my bicycle lock ceased and I had to saw it off the pannier with my muti-tool.

I’m not a massively superstitious person, but this was a little too much. For one day.

Dead unlucky

I put it down to my unlucky T-shirt.

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Coming soon – Tour de Wales!

Coming soon – Tour de Wales!

Yes!

A tour of Wales, right here and COVID FREE! to your living rooom!

Enjoy my travails whilst safely distanced at home!

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Up in the hills!

Yes! No more work!

I will be making sure I visit all the hottest spots in WALES!

And post all my thoughts about the country and my journey through it right here….. onto my blog…..

Day 40: Tadopani -> Pokhara

Day 40: Tadopani -> Pokhara

The end of the Annapurna Circuit Trek, for me.

I didn’t want to walk back through Gorepani (Poon Hill), and Ullari. All stuff I’ve done before.

I cut my loses and took the bus back to Pokhara.

The bus from Tadopani to Pokhara

I’ve been around South America, europe and Asia on buses. Bumpy bus rides along precarious roads are nothing new to me, but this bus trip from Tadopani to Pokhara was 10 hours of travel HELL.

Just bumps, spine jarring bumps, corners, stops and starts right the way from Tadopani to Beni. About 5 hours.

It was actually very physically demanding.

About 3 hours in, we were stopped by roadworks.

These Nepalese roadworks are of a special variety.

They’re pictured above.

Pokhara

When I did get to Pokhara, I discovered my hotel had emailed me telling me my room had been overbooked and I had no-where to stay.

Happy days.

Day 38 – 39: Tadopani

Day 38 – 39: Tadopani

Took a couple of rest days at the bath town of Tadopani at Dhaulgiri Lodge.

Internet didn’t work, but it was fairly comfortable.

I had my own little hut, water wasn’t hot, but charger worked and I had enough space to spread my stuff out and kick back a bit.

Day 37: Kalopani -> Tadopani

Day 37: Kalopani -> Tadopani

Probably my last full day of walking, and a long day it was.

Should have halved the day by stopping in Ghansa, but didn’t. Didn’t really want to walk backwards and uphill.

I think this was a mistake.

Walking from Kalopani to Tadopani in one day is definitely too far. Even though it was downhill, it was nearly 20 miles, and there were no villages to stop for lunch, so it was a straight through job.

By the time it got to 5 o’clock, I’d stopped enjoying the countryside, and was more concerned about my feet.

Kalopani to Tadopani

The views walking from Kalopani to Tadopani were spectacular, and although the trail had been destroyed by landslides in places it was pretty, if a slightly dangerous walk through small villages, mountain valleys, through forests and ravines.

When I got to outside Tadopani, some heavy plant and engineers were in the process in of improving the road.

All the passengers had got out of their 4×4 and buses, and were congregated around the work-site, socialising at the road-side or waiting patiently, or impatiently inside their vehicles.

I passed these folk and carried on into the town. When I arrived, it was 5pm, and the only place I managed to get accommodation was called Dhaulagiri Lodge, which actually turned out to be quite good.

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