The two on the left started eyeing the bike with clear expertise, and when I greeted them en mauvais francais, they explained they had returned, literally the previous week, from a year and a half cycling together around South America, and were now planning writing projects and lecture tours.
Did I, they asked when I explained that I was just setting out on a shorter European version, have a blog. Mais non, replied I truthfully at that point, whereupon we were joined by a determinedly cheerful young South Korean, see right in the picture, who had just bought a bike and panniers in Paris. And was setting out the following day on a three-month tour of Europe, through the Low Countries and Germany.
There are clearly more of us demented cyclists out there than you would expect.
Did I get their names? No. Bad journalist again.
And if you’re wondering why this blog looks different, it’s because it’s from a Real Computer in Vienna, where I’m laying up for three days with Brigitte and Andy before continuing to Budapest by train at the weekend – just a short powered trip, honestly – to give my aching Achilles tendon a break. Unfortunate term. Shall we say, a rest.