duration: 9h 18min
I managed to keep up with my plans and arrived at Windermere/Lake District today. The landscape was already looming promising on the
horizon, big mountains standing tall(Big not as in alps but big as in flatland).
However, a few kilometers before i reached the lake a heavy thunderstorm caught up with me and darkened the sky and i had to get out my raingear in the strong wind, just before it started pouring heavily.
After my dinner, rain had regained in strength again, i was feeling already a bit soaked as even very good raingear doesn't help against moisture, i was on my way to that abandonded boathouse, feeling pretty desperate, when all of a sudden a pickup truck stopped in front of me.
A young guy jumped out and asked me if i needed any help or if he could give me a ride somewhere. First i refused his offer thankfully but after a second of thought i went back and asked him if he knew a place where i could spend the night(Actually i had on my mind that he might have a backyard somewhere).
duration: 10h 32min
Today i went pretty far and bet the 100 km barrier for the first time. Unfortunately i decided to go via Blackpool and after the not so pleasant industrial high-traffic outskirts of Manchester it was quite disappointing to see SUCH a place where i expected a nice coastal town. The first sight of the irish sea indeed was pleasant but soon the coastal road changed into a devastating plasticworld. They had huge shells, mermaids and octopuses made of plastic attached to the lightpoles(Just like very tasteless christmas decoration), the seaside buildings where housing casinos and gambling halls, there where rollercoasters and other yearmarket-attractions for about 4km along the whole coastal side of Blackpool. Everything was advertised with huge letters and all the fassades looked just like the new viennese prater, ugly as hell. In one word: Plasticworld
The other people on this campsite seem to be not the wealthiest and educated fellas from leeds and manchester, at least judging by their behaviour(beeing drunken in front of their missbehaving kids) and their sluggish pronounciation(Yes, i don't care about pc). Oh well, tomorrow i'll enter the Lake District, hope its not a too touristic place.
duration: 0h 0min
The nice thing about long distance cycling is that you see places where you would never get by other means of transport or recognize as you rush by too fast. But this also has a drawback: you see places where you would never get or recognize as you rush by too fast. Ugly places, boring places. I had plenty of both in the last few days. The landscape after the Cottswolds didn't change much, small hills, fields, worthless, desparate country towns. As i expected this to continue to Liverpool/Manchester and i recounted that i'd rather spend my short time relaxed in the Lake District and Scotland rather than rushing through central England and Scotland in the end i decided to jump into a train in Kidderminster and go to Manchester (It was a 50/50 decision between Liverpool and Manchester but the train to M. was earlier and the clerk at the station said he likes it more).
So i boarded a crowded train via Birmingham and saved about 2 days of cycling. Manchester was a nice and surprisingly quiet place. It obviously is a smaller and less hip place then London(I guess nothing in the world will beat London from my Point of View anymore) but i met some welcoming young people in front of a pub and enjoyed the social.