Going to try to keep this virus/covid/corona free. BUT, most people are going on about things they will do when things are back to normal. Normal? I don’t think normal will be as we once knew it. A new normal I suppose. After all “normal” is where this happened.
There is a couple of things I am going to do-I was going to them any way-just kept putting them off-writing a will and getting a new fridge. Don’t really need one-just want one with a separate freezer. A few things I am NOT going to do, even stop doing. One is flying abroad. To be honest, I don’t like flying anyway. And during this whole self isolation carry on, I have noticed there are some people I am not missing one bit, and don’t really care if I never see them again.
But I AM missing my localish travels. My runs down to the south of Ireland. Galway city, Dublin , parts of Donegal and Scotland. Iy also looks like my annual cycling holiday with Irish Cycling Safaris is off-and I have been using them almost every year since 2000.
So here are a couple of my holiday stories. My terrible cruise experience is on here somewhere else. Way back in 1978 a friend (Peter) talked me into buying a bike from him. Legend has it, he needed the money for to get a suit for a wedding at which he was the best man. We went out on little runs in the area. The following year he encouraged me to do a cycle to Galway with him. Now this was my first big cycle. We really roughed it and we camped in fields, never a camp site. I suffered on the way down for the first 2 days. One day I was totally shattered and tired. At our camp spot for the evening “meal” we had alphabet spaghetti and sausages. Peter noticed the tent wasn’t sitting right and asked me to give him a hand in fixing it , I was too tired and feeling ill and said no. To be frank all day tempers were frayed. He was a pretty experienced and the long miles and big hills were tough on me, and my moaning was annoying him. When I was supping a mug of tea after the “dinner” I shouted “Peter! What does wrxtrb spell?” He come round holding a tent mallet and very angrily said “WHAT?” and I repeated my question. He exclained “What the £$$%! do you want to know THAT for?” I pointed to the ground and said “Cos I just brought it up!” The two of us laughed , and after that the bad air had gone. To say our hygiene was relaxed on that holiday is more than an understatement,” You know the old joke “I have a bath every saturday, whether I need it or not”? Well take it from me, when we were in a B&B on the 5th day -we NEEDED it. At the end of the holiday that we christened The Tour De Where Are We? despite atrocious on the day we left Galway, Peter said to me, some day we will do a cycle from Lands End to John O’Groats-and I said yeah, and pigs will fly. In 2005 we did that very cycle, which we secretly called The Tour De Where Are We II.
Irish Cyling Safaris. With them I have me some great characters. Twice I shared a room with a man who;s snoring was so loud it would have set off the Richter Scale. Thankfully (thankfully???) Peter’s snoring is almost as loud-so it did not annoy me THAT much. Once I shared a room with a man who, when I arrived after him at our hotel had rearranged the furniture in the room , had all the little dressing tables stacked in a corner and turned one of the beds round 45° . I was dumbfounded and asked him why he did this. He said ” The beds were too close together.” When I showed this to a couple of others in the group, they too were puzzled as they thought the beds were not that close. To cut a long story short, one year there was an American boy (16 or 17 years old) who was there with his sister (18 or 19). One day decided he wanted to cycle on his own away from the sister -he had no map or mobile phone – and said he was OK and knew the way to the lunch spot. Yep! he didn’t and he got lost big time. We never saw him until about 10pm in the pub. The guide reported his disappearance to 4 or 5 police stations, 2 or 3 local radio stations, and he and the sister were driving around looking for him. I had the guides number on my phone, to keep an update. In the pub a woman came in and asked if we were the people who had lost a cyclist. I said yes, and said she had picked him up. Turned out he was some 40 miles off course.
So it looks like this year my ICS holiay is off, but I am trying to be optimistic and hope I’ll get somewhere with them in August, or even September. No pics-will try to get some on next time