Just a month after I moved to Sydney, I was back at the airport for another adventure. (Wanderlust, I know!). Michael Creed was getting married and there was no way I would miss that for the world. Going back to America felt like I was going home, it had been two years since I left … Continue reading My Best Friend Got Married
Ever since I got into cycling six years ago I have always dreamed of watching Milan-Sanremo. It is a race that has always captivated me - 300km of racing, iconic climbs, incredible scenery and at time horrific weather. Milan-Sanremo was the race in which I became in awe of cycling. I can barely comprehend riding … Continue reading A Dream Come True
I hate running. I loathe running. But despite that I have been running regularly for about six weeks now. (If you don’t believe me it is all recorded on Strava). I had hope that after running on the regular I would finally start to enjoy it but I don’t, it’s boring. I leave my house … Continue reading I Hate Running
I have been wanting to hike the Nietzsche Path from Eze-sur-Mer to Eze Village ever since I came to Nice and googled "Hiking on the Cote d'Azur". Well, this weekend I finally got around to doing so, the weather has cooled considerably since September began and by considerably I mean it has gone from an … Continue reading Hiking to Eze Village
Hello, it’s me. Did you miss me? I did. It’s been a month since I last blogged, I told myself I was going to get better but alas, here I am a month on, finally putting fingertips to keyboard (pen to paper sounds so much better but that would be a lie). I can’t believe … Continue reading Hello, it’s me. Did you miss me?
It was just a normal Thursday. I had dinner in Monaco with Factor Bikes owners, Baden and Rob, I got the train home around 9.30pm hoping to make it back in time to head down to the beach and watch the Bastille Day fireworks display. I dropped my laptop at my apartment, grabbed a beer from the fridge and started walking down in the direction of the Promenade des Anglais. About halfway there, I turned around. I went home.
I have been in Nice almost three weeks now and I’m finally moving into an apartment this weekend, I’ve had both my passports stolen, I’ve had some crazy nights out watching the Euro 2016 football and I’ve surprisingly remembered a whole lot of my high school French. To say moving over here was a breeze … Continue reading Three Weeks in the South of France