The month went by quickly and I found myself waving goodbye to many new friends as I rode off into the veritable hurricane that was kind enough to meet me for my final stretch of bike riding from Edinburgh to Motherwell (just outside of Glasgow). Mother Nature has a very cruel sense of humor in that respect. For the most part, I had wonderful weather while I was in Great Britain. Only when I had to ride my bike for two days at a time or set up camp did the sky open up and laugh at me. Oh yeah, I also found it quite amusing how the gusting winds would die down just until a car tried to pass me. To pass the time and keep my mind off of the horrid weather and the many near-death experiences, I found myself talking to all of the animals I saw as I passed. Well, it was more like yelling at them than talking to them. I’d yell, “Cow!” at the cows and “Sheep!” at the sheep. Sometimes I’d vary it up and yell “Mooo!” or “Baaa!”. They just stared. Stupid animals. I treated myself to a big Scottish breakfast on my last day in the country. A traditional Scottish breakfast consists of pig’s liver and intestines, potatoes, bacon, sausage, eggs, congealed pig’s blood, and a nice glass of juice. I regretted that decision for the next 24 hours. Well, four weeks and 400 kilometers later I finally caught my flight from Liverpool home to good old sunny Barcelona. After all was said and done and my legs finally agreed to start talking to me again, I’m really glad I braved the unknown and discovered all that I discovered. I can’t think of a better way to have spent those four weeks. In fact, I’m already starting to plan my next cycling adventure! The idea right now is, sometime this summer, to bike from Barcelona, across the southern coast of France, and end up somewhere in Italy (about 800 kilometers in all). But plans rarely end up how they begin.
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