Riding from Rotterdam, netherlands to Antwerp, Belgium was meant to be one of the best rides of the trip. I wanted to bring Wobbly Wheels to experience the scenery and adventure. Unfortunately it was none of the above. Torrential rainstorms and a ferocious headwind kept us at 15km/hr and we ended up on a different route than last time following a deathly boring cobbled bikepath alongside the freeway. Did I mention the headwind? Apart from seeing several people wh...

Getting back on the bike brings back a flood of memories both good and bad. Here's just some of the things I have learned to love and loathe. Love: that feeling of freedom, everything you need is with you. It's so liberating. Love: crazy sights, keep your eyes peeled you never know what you will see. Yesterday for example I saw a man riding a bike, smoking a pipe. Another guy was riding to golf, towing his golf clubs on a buggy behind his bicycle, the cycle pat...

Our trip started in Amsterdam mainly because that's where my bike, Torres was stored. Last year I ended my five-month cycle trip here before I came back to Australia for what was meant to be a brief three-week stint, which ended up being eight months (where my whole life changed, ergo I am on my honeymoon). Upon returning to Amsterdam I hoped to find Torres (the touring bike) where I left him, in the 24/hr underground bike storage centre Paradiso. He wasn't there...

This is what we came for: riding our bikes. Self-sufficient holidaying. Bliss. I couldn't sleep last night I was so excited. And I was almost overwhelmed when I packed my bags, how did I do this last year? Since when did I need so many toiletries? But it all came together and we were off, following the signs to Den Haag (The Hague). All bike paths lead somewhere in Amsterdam so you can ride for ages only to feel like you've gone no where. But it doesn't matter mu...