Three continents. Twenty countries. Seven thousand miles.
One 30-something who deeply regrets not doing any training.
I am a journalist from London, and on July 29th 2015 I set off on an ill-advised 12-month cycle trip through Europe and the Middle East.
My aim is threefold: cultivate a pair of toned, shapely calves that will be the envy of all I meet; survive; and shed light on a region long misunderstood and misrepresented in the West.
For those expecting a feat of athletic majesty, my apologies in advance. Even salvaging a little dignity will be a challenge, let’s be honest. There will be tears, sweat and tantrums — not to mention fully fledged cheating if there’s the slightest chance I’ll get away with it.
In short, it will be a classic bummel (please see above): meandering, wayward and sluggishly satisfying. Which is how I’d probably describe myself in a personal ad, come to think of it. For your part, all I ask is that you try to use the wonderful word ‘bummel’ as much as possible in everyday conversation to help it finally achieve the recognition it deserves.
Please do follow my progress if you wish, via my blog, Twitter feed or GPS tracker. Or simply wait to marvel at my incredible pins on my return.