Monday, October 14, 2019

Ride 3: The Europe Trip: A Summary


If you don’t have time to read all the other blog posts, just skip to this one. It's a mega-summary (we'll sell you the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge!) of the entire two-month Europe trip.

The Route

This bike ride evolved through so many versions of itself over three years of dreaming and planning, but the final iteration was ultimately determined by the fact that the cheapest ticket to Europe landed in Frankfurt, David absolutely had to see Copenhagen (the bike friendliest city in the world), and all the best flights to SF/Malawi departed from Paris, which is near Cungy Challemont, where my mother lives. To tie all these factors together, we ended up taking a train from Frankfurt to Copenhagen, stopping to visit some dear friends in Berlin, then biking to Budapest, before turning west and taking the EuroVelo-6 bike route to Decize, where we turned north and followed the Nivernais Canal to Cungy.



The Pros and Cons (mostly pros)

It was an absolutely amazing bike ride from start to finish. In general, I highly recommend cycling in Europe – the infrastructure is simply unparalleled. There are rest stop with drinking water and toilets, beer gardens, bike stands, and tire pumps. The routes were well maintained and well signed. There are bike lanes all over the place, and even more critically, cars are used to seeing bikes on the road and they’re very respectful to cyclists. 

The only thing that got me down about Europe, which has nothing to do with cycling, was the smoking. While studying medicine in Cuba, I remember the frustration that doctors working in a socialist country felt at their inability to curb people’s appetite for alcohol and cigarettes, which were by far and away the largest preventable contributors to morbidity and mortality. As a doctor, it almost hurt to see people smoking while riding a bicycle (who does that?), or around their children. We were also surprised to see cigarette vending machines, which I learned are illegal in the US and the UK, which is probably why I hadn’t seen them before.

So many vending machines!
Cigarettes and Condoms
Bike Tire Inner Tubes
Milk Straight from the Cow
Milk and other Farm Products
Baguettes

Lessons

We learned a lot on this trip. We learned that corn and wheat are the two largest crops in the world, and we believe it. We learned that Nutrias are native to South America, but were introduced to Europe because of their luscious pelts and are now considered pests. We learned that small German shops will never accept credit cards because there is a 1.50 euro charge on their use, whereas small farmer’s stands in Denmark have a mobile pay option. We learned the hard way that all the campsites close on September 15th, and those that don’t close on October 15th. We learned that David should have 20 granola bars on him at all time to avoid getting hangry.

We also learned some lessons specific to riding a bike, although I like to think they have some general applicability as well.

Be Mindful: Whenever I ask David what he’s thinking on a bike ride, he inevitably responds “nothing”. Whereas at any given moment, I’ve got a song stuck in my head, I’m calculating how many minutes/kilometers till the next snack break or I’m rehearsing a patient encounter in my head. However, there is (very weak) research to suggest that cyclists are happier when they cycle mindfully, that is to say, paying attention to their breath and their surroundings. As meditators will know, the trick to mindfulness is to acknowledge an intrusive thought – for example, “Thank you Bruno Mars for your partial rendition of 24K Magic” – and then to let it go. This is much easier said than done - Bruno Mars is incredibly persistent - but I gave it a good go, when I remembered to. Now, like many people, I do some of my best processing when I’m stuck in the saddle for hours at a time (it’s like sitting on a toilet for an entire day), but if I’m at least mindful when I remember to be, I still get lots of processing time. What I noticed during my mindfulness practice was that I saw more of the side of the trail than I usually do, which is, of course, where all the good views are. 

“Get On Your Bikes and Ride” (credit to Queen for that one): Cyclists can be a little bit elitist and intimidating at times, but it's really important to remember that cycling is easy, fun, and truly for everyone. In Germany we saw older and less fit people on ebikes, in Hungary we saw whole families on supported, organized bike trips, and a couple of cyclists who were carrying bows and arrows on their bicycles on their way to a mounted archery tournament. One touring cyclist decided that he needed to carry a drone around in order to make his bike trip worth the hassle. Whatever gets your butt in the saddle. 

Always have a Plan B: A British couple was recounting how they struggled through the Iron Curtain bike route because many of the signs either didn’t exist or had been misplaced at some point. They had a book map, but you can imagine how laborious it was to drag it out every time they had to turn – and when are you supposed to know when to turn? In their case, they had planned, but planning hadn't been enough. We followed the signs but we also had a backup GPS and a cycling navigating app, and we still got lost sometimes, but at least it wasn't disastrous. This went for everything - a number of times the campsite that we were planning to stay in was inexplicably closed, so we learned to call ahead even if the website said that the campsite was open. Fortunately, we never had to resort to wild camping, but I guess that would have been Plan C. 

Uphills are actually the best: They get a bad rap, you know, cause they're hard, but they are the best time to take in the view without worrying about obstacles in the road, they are what allow you to eat all those chocolate-coated peanuts, and they are always accompanied by a downhill.

Cool things we saw



A lot of people have asked about the budget for this bike ride. Despite the fact that we are both debt-free (thank you Fidel and the US military), we were fairly thrifty during this ride – we camped except for rest days in large cities and a few very rainy nights when we availed ourselves of a guesthouse. We had groceries for breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner, and we only ate out on rest days, and when I insisted we eat Kaffee und Kuchen. In fact, our largest non-grocery food expenditure was probably pastries. In total over the two months of European cycling, we spent about $3000 each, of which $500 went to transportation within Europe, with the remainder split almost evenly between food and accommodation. Expensive, but totally worth it. 


Us doing goofy stuff



So, to bring it full circle, going back to why I did this darn bike ride in the first place. After about a month of riding, I felt like I had had enough down time and was just about ready to get back to work. But it wasn’t until after two months of riding that I actually started making Chichewa flashcards, completing tropical medicine modules, organizing my life, and inventing a computer bag. So I guess that means I got my needed break from residency, enough that my brain has started working on its own again. My mother doesn't have a scale, so I have no idea if I lost all my residency weight, but I sure look good. 


Photo Glossary:

Here are some of my favorite photos from the ride. As you will notice, David took almost all the photos, which means that I'm in almost all of them, and he's in almost none of them. The very observant among you may also notice that I left my only other shirt in Ulm, so after Ulm, I'm wearing the same grey shirt every darn day. Good thing they're not scratch and sniff photos.

Best Bridges



Animals We Saw on the Trail


Why you should wear sunscreen
    



Ride 3.6: Mulhouse to Cungy and that's all folks! (10/6-10/11)

Monday, October 6, 2019

Today was a day of many rivers. When we left the campsite, we were still on the Rhine-Rhone canal, but over locks and bridges we passed between the Doubs, the Scie, the Allan, and a handful of nameless canals. It was a beautiful day, but one that never really warmed up, and when we got to Chez Menon in Baume les Dames, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I did not have Trench Foot or frostbite. The lovely lady running the establishment rents almost exclusively to EV6 riders, and she freely admitted that the season was over except for a few crazy stragglers like us. We briefly contemplated going out for dinner, but decided to stick close to the electric heater, even if it meant a second meal of cheese and crackers.



Tuesday, October 7, 2019

I think we shocked our hostess by devouring whole the beautiful breakfast she laid out for us. After a quick stop at the local hypermarket, we set off on the Doubs. Aside from a couple of misty spells that had us thinking about pulling out our rain capes, we had a gloriously sunny day. Besancon is home to an enormous mountaintop citadel, but what we liked best was a pedestrian- and bike-only river tunnel that burrowed under the town. The Doubs eventually morphed into a tree-lined canal that escorted us into Dole, the birthplace of Louis Pasteur. Camp Pasquier was on a small island, and we were the only crazy tent campers that night, so we had the whole lawn area to ourselves. We walked around the center of Dole because it was too pretty of a day not to, before our pasta dinner. I started reading “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”, which I’m realizing I should have started at the beginning of our ride.




Wednesday, October 8, 2019

The day started off promisingly, with blue skies and partial cloud cover, with a couple of misty bits. The Rhine-to-Rhone canal confusingly led us to the Saone, and we followed that for a while. We had a lovely lunch from a boulangerie in Seurre, and even managed to capture a few rays of sun while sitting on a bench outside the post office. However, as soon as we resumed our ride, the headwinds and rain kicked into gear. Now rain, as I’ve mentioned, is unpleasant enough on a bike ride, but headwinds are truly evil blighters. Unlike uphills and downhills, they’re not an inevitable part of the terrain, and there’s no return on your energy deposit, just an endless sucking. I was starting to curse everything in sight ("I hate France, I hate trees, I hate clouds, I hate ducks . . ."), and then we took a gummy bear break under a tree, which gave both the wind and the rain a chance to die down, and when we started again, I no longer hated everything in sight. The rain eventually went away for good, although we were battling headwinds until the Saone turned a corner at Chalet-sur-Saone. Knowing it was going to rain all day, we had made the brilliant decision to forgo camping in favor of a safari tent at Camping du Paquier Fane at Chagny, which was large enough for five people, and luxurious for two, with a kitchen and a dining room table and a covered outdoor area.





Thursday, October 9, 2019

Today's weather was much improved from yesterday, with milder headwinds and rain showers. We were mostly riding along the Dheune and Center Canals, both of which were in pretty poor repair, and in many places so shallow as to be impassible for any boat larger than a kayak. For a large part of the day, we detoured off the canal and biked through rolling cattle farms. We learned that the region’s principal industry is charolais cattle farming - I’m guessing charolais cattle are those white ones we saw running around everywhere. At one point we stumbled upon the DigoinCastle, which was, as far as we could tell from the road side of the wall, magnificent, and may have explained the otherwise inexplicable detour we took away from the river. We finished the day in Paray le Monial, the “mosaicked city”, which was graced with a number of large stone buildings and mosaicked sideways, hence its name. We stayed at Quarre de Verneuil, a hotel that was built in the 1850s, recently renovated, and only open since March. The owner had preserved the stone walls and exposed ceiling beams but then installed all the modern amenities (including an induction stove!). The owner's son did everything at the hotel with only the help of a cook for lunch and a barman at night. I’m sure it will be booked next cycling season, although we pretty much had the place to ourselves, and the owner had plans to convert the downstairs area into a concert venue for the off-season.





Friday, October 10, 2019

The theme of the day was: leave them wanting more. The sky was glorious, with not a cloud in sight. Our guide book posited that the cheapest way to dine in France is in boulangeries, but I don’t think it placed enough emphasis on how delicious that is. We’ve been picnicking with baguette sandwiches with pastry desserts every day since we got to France, and we haven’t repeated a sandwich or pastry yet. I’m hard pressed to imagine why you would eat anything else for lunch. We crossed the Loire twice, had a rest stop by it, and camped by it (in Decize), but most of the day we were in cattle land or on the canal that runs parallel to the Loire, which is creatively named the “Canal Lateral a la Loire”. It occurred me as I was setting up the tent that this would be our last night on the trail, and I had to push the thought away because it made me so sad.





Saturday, October 11, 2019

The sun rose straight over the horizon into a cloud, so it felt like we were riding into the sunrise all morning. The clouds piled up behind us in layers, and followed us until our boulangerie break in Cercy la Tour, when they gathered enough force to drizzle. David and I were too stubborn to put on our rain capes at first, but then the skies truly opened up, and we wore them until we were able to duck under a sheltered rest area. To wait out the rain, we boiled water for tea until the rain had let up somewhat. Finally, after a whaloping centimeter of rain, the sun made an appearance. We were on the Nevernais Canal all day, which has an un-canal-like twisty bit and an even less typical ladder of 16 locks in a row, making it one of the steepest canals. My mom met us on the canal and led us home, through some of the most bucolic landscape we’d seen yet. The calves looked up, startled at our passage, but their mothers had seen it all before. After a couple of fairly grueling hills, we pulled into her driveway in Cungy, and just like that, our bike ride was over. I can’t wait for the next one.