Day 1 started early. Very early. Ever since missing a flight to Oslo a month or so ago, I've been strict about getting to the airport in plenty of time. And with an extra 20kg of oddly shaped bike luggage, I made sure I set off nice and early. Thankfully the check-in staff didn't even put my bike box on the scales. In due course I arrived in Paris, collected my bags, got met at the airport by the Bikestyle crew and checked-in at the hotel.
Pete arrived a little later and after a few 'ut-da-da-da-da-to-see-ays' for old time's sake, we put our bikes together and went for a roll around Paris. Dear God. If you've ever driven on the wrong side of the road, then you'll know the mild sense of panic you get when, after looking in what you think is the right direction, a car appears as if from nowhere and then misses you by just millimetres. Imagine that while riding on a bike... amongst peak-hour Parisien drivers... without a map... and on a round-a-bout circling in the wrong freakin direction.
Still, I'm here to write this entry, so it can't have been all bad and after eventually finding our way, we tucked into a welcome dinner and got set for the rest of the trip.
Pete arrived a little later and after a few 'ut-da-da-da-da-to-see-ays' for old time's sake, we put our bikes together and went for a roll around Paris. Dear God. If you've ever driven on the wrong side of the road, then you'll know the mild sense of panic you get when, after looking in what you think is the right direction, a car appears as if from nowhere and then misses you by just millimetres. Imagine that while riding on a bike... amongst peak-hour Parisien drivers... without a map... and on a round-a-bout circling in the wrong freakin direction.
Still, I'm here to write this entry, so it can't have been all bad and after eventually finding our way, we tucked into a welcome dinner and got set for the rest of the trip.
"I think the hotel's back that way."
Eiffel Tower at night.
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