Don't forget the Criterion next Saturday the 16th for beers and pizza and laughing at my bizarre tan...
Oh, I'll fill the other days in later, but I guess old news is no news...
Rob, the Rothar Aird rider...
Saturday, 9 June 2007
Day 43. Skerries - Dublin. 23.5 miles. 2 hours 14
I made it at 1315 today. Oliver, Alison, Graham & Alison and Eily, Conor, Murray & Polly were there to see me arrive. Cried like a baby for a few minutes then found a pub. Glorious sunshine. Don't know quite what I think about it all. notIt's great to be me again and wear some jeans and shoes without SPD cleats in the soles and NOT be the guy on the stupid bike anymore. Just off for a pizza now.
Don't forget the Criterion next Saturday the 16th for beers and pizza and laughing at my bizarre tan...
Oh, I'll fill the other days in later, but I guess old news is no news...
Rob, the Rothar Aird rider...
Don't forget the Criterion next Saturday the 16th for beers and pizza and laughing at my bizarre tan...
Oh, I'll fill the other days in later, but I guess old news is no news...
Rob, the Rothar Aird rider...
Day 42. 104.2 miles 9 hours
Posted by Mike on Rob's behalf.
"My first century. If you haven't sponsored me yet, now's the time!"
No, I don't know where he is either - at a guess, about 10-20 miles from Dublin. More news, etc....
"My first century. If you haven't sponsored me yet, now's the time!"
No, I don't know where he is either - at a guess, about 10-20 miles from Dublin. More news, etc....
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Day 41. Portaferry - Annalong. 39.8 miles. 3 hours 48
Posted by Mike on Rob's behalf.
"More sun... Not exactly a tough gig on a day like today :-)"
More news when he's back online (or in your living room, whichever comes first...)
"More sun... Not exactly a tough gig on a day like today :-)"
More news when he's back online (or in your living room, whichever comes first...)
Day 40. Belfast to Portaferry. 52.3 miles. 4 hours 39
Posted by Mike on Rob's behalf.
"One of the nicest days since arriving. County Down gorgeous. 3 rides and I'll be in Dublin..."
If you haven't heard the details about Rob's "welcome back" drinks on Saturday 16 June, drop me a line. All friends welcome!
"One of the nicest days since arriving. County Down gorgeous. 3 rides and I'll be in Dublin..."
If you haven't heard the details about Rob's "welcome back" drinks on Saturday 16 June, drop me a line. All friends welcome!
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Day 39. Tourism in Belfast.
Lot's to see, like where my dad was born, where I used to live, Shankill etc...
Monday, 4 June 2007
Day 36. Rest day in Portstewart. Gale force winds, big hangover.
I woke to the sound I dread most on this trip. Strong winds. Not good. I was planning o seeing the Antrim coastline at a leisurely pace as there's so many things along there from Dunluce Castle, Bushmills, Giant's Causeway, the rope bridge, etc. I rolled over only for my phone to go off. It was Kerry. He'd offered to take me for breakfast and I was not out of bed yet. I slung my clothes on (let me tell you how sick of wearing the same clothes for 6 weeks I've become) and dragged the bike out for Kerry to have a ride on the thing. The gears and brakes have long since gone passed a servicable standard and I always worry for anyone fool enough to ride the damn thing, but Kerry seemed to enjoy himsel getting blown accross the road near the harbour well enough. I didtched the bike and went to Coleraine for an Ulster Fry.
An Ulster Fry. I could write a few pages on this treat. Fried soda bread, fried potato bread, fried pancakes, fried eggs, fried bacon and fried sausages. All fried. I never want another one as long as I live! my arteries clogged, I decided tat there was no way I was gonna ride in this weather. Kerry sails a 22 foot boat and rides a touring bike and confirmed my decision was a wise one... He dropped me at the Gian's Causeway (after I'd turned down Damian's kind offer of a loan of his scooter. I'd have take him up on it, but I've promised myself not to drive anything until I ge back home.) The Cuaseway was more impressive than I thought it would be. it's no place to walk in cycling shoes with metal cleats, as the basalt is slippy enough when it's wet to start with. My camera chose a great time to let the batery go flat. When rested on a rock to take my pic on the timer, the wind was so strong I had to dash and catch it as it got blown over. In fact, it was actually hard to walk there, but the place is so beautiful that I didn't mind getting a good soaking to marvel at this plave I've wanted to see for a very long time.
My rough guide book states it's hard to believe the place was created naturally. Well, only if you're stupid. The rock formations are clearly crystals, huge ones at that, but obviously natural, and incredibly beautiful. I'll definitely visit here again.
A taxi back to town before a nap, using Kerry's internet conection, and then a big night out at Ramore's and the Harbour pub in Portrush. Ramore's is a huge, busy place, but manages to serve truly tasty food while providin a great view over the harbour. I had chilli beef pasta and garlic poptatoes and left not a scrap. Kerry and his mates Robert and Steven would not even let me buy a pint all night. Thanks guys. Portstewart/Portrush goes right up there with Belmullet, Dublin, Grange and Letterkenny as nights out I'll never forget.
Oh, thanks to Ann for saying I seem English only in my accent. I think that's a compliment. Or is it?
An Ulster Fry. I could write a few pages on this treat. Fried soda bread, fried potato bread, fried pancakes, fried eggs, fried bacon and fried sausages. All fried. I never want another one as long as I live! my arteries clogged, I decided tat there was no way I was gonna ride in this weather. Kerry sails a 22 foot boat and rides a touring bike and confirmed my decision was a wise one... He dropped me at the Gian's Causeway (after I'd turned down Damian's kind offer of a loan of his scooter. I'd have take him up on it, but I've promised myself not to drive anything until I ge back home.) The Cuaseway was more impressive than I thought it would be. it's no place to walk in cycling shoes with metal cleats, as the basalt is slippy enough when it's wet to start with. My camera chose a great time to let the batery go flat. When rested on a rock to take my pic on the timer, the wind was so strong I had to dash and catch it as it got blown over. In fact, it was actually hard to walk there, but the place is so beautiful that I didn't mind getting a good soaking to marvel at this plave I've wanted to see for a very long time.
My rough guide book states it's hard to believe the place was created naturally. Well, only if you're stupid. The rock formations are clearly crystals, huge ones at that, but obviously natural, and incredibly beautiful. I'll definitely visit here again.
A taxi back to town before a nap, using Kerry's internet conection, and then a big night out at Ramore's and the Harbour pub in Portrush. Ramore's is a huge, busy place, but manages to serve truly tasty food while providin a great view over the harbour. I had chilli beef pasta and garlic poptatoes and left not a scrap. Kerry and his mates Robert and Steven would not even let me buy a pint all night. Thanks guys. Portstewart/Portrush goes right up there with Belmullet, Dublin, Grange and Letterkenny as nights out I'll never forget.
Oh, thanks to Ann for saying I seem English only in my accent. I think that's a compliment. Or is it?
Day 38. Cushendall - Glengormley. 49.7 miles. 4 hours 8 minutes
little wind, no rain, flat roads. A nice B&B last night, a good breakfast... You'd think I had nothing to moan about, wouldn't you... more to follow.
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