Glad to be away from Cheddar from the lack of sleep, we headed off towards Bristol. Hit our first hill within 5 mins as you would if your going over the cheddar hills, couldn't find any cheese and the locals don't like the jokes about it either.
Mike had this great idea that we would be going over the bridge to Wales at 12 but the good old CTC tour guide took us along the scienic route through industrial Bristol, which took forever to get through.
Before hitting this area we caught up with a fellow Bicyclist(a geordie term) who was on a standard straight barred bike with a little basket on the front and a sleeping bag tied on the back, It turned out he was heading towards the forest of dean from N Devon. Mike and I, pretending to be real tourers, whizzed passed him until we got to a junction where we all discussed which way to go. We split and laughed because we knew the way. Two hours later through the outskirts of Bristol there he was sitting out in the sunshine having a picnic! Now who's laughing?
At about 2 we made our way across the bridge, a very emotional and important moment. We did some male bonding but not Broke Back mountain style, and headed off towards Ross.
Mike had this great idea that we would be going over the bridge to Wales at 12 but the good old CTC tour guide took us along the scienic route through industrial Bristol, which took forever to get through.
Before hitting this area we caught up with a fellow Bicyclist(a geordie term) who was on a standard straight barred bike with a little basket on the front and a sleeping bag tied on the back, It turned out he was heading towards the forest of dean from N Devon. Mike and I, pretending to be real tourers, whizzed passed him until we got to a junction where we all discussed which way to go. We split and laughed because we knew the way. Two hours later through the outskirts of Bristol there he was sitting out in the sunshine having a picnic! Now who's laughing?
At about 2 we made our way across the bridge, a very emotional and important moment. We did some male bonding but not Broke Back mountain style, and headed off towards Ross.
Did the usual stupid thing and took a short cut only having to get off and push, we needed ropes to get up that hill. We never learn.
Arrived close to the end at English Bicknor for some body fuel of fish and chips of which they gave us this great big portion. we were sitting there scoffing our faces and taking in some home brew from the local offie and bugger me with a wet chip only to be overtaken by the mad bicyclist again.
Finished of our meal and headed for the hostel only to find a little track leading down we hoped to the YHA, only to find but the river Wye in the way, and the only way accross was via a disused railway bridge, it was like a scene out of a movie, the bridge was patched up with bits of plywood with a big drop below into the river, I went first. Don't remember drawing the short straw but we made it. Very friendly staff at the Hostel and the room to our selves. Mike and I slept at both ends of the room just to make sure that we couldn't hear each other snore Good nights sleep and in the morning, the hostel staff cooked me some veggie sausages - that's a first.
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