Friday, 30 July 2010

Journey home

Here are some artistic interpretations of our flight home. We arrived in Heathrow at 11pm, and were home just before 1am.
We can thoroughly recommend BA. They let us check in bikes as standard baggage, the bikes survived in more or less the same state, and gave us second rounds of sandwiches on Greg's request. In fact, we approved so much we gave them a round of applause on touchdown. After a lukewarm start, the rest of the passengers agreed with us.

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Via Romea Awards Ceremony

Since arriving in Rome, we've split our time between being tourists and pilgrims. We've walked lots, cycled not much, and seen tons of churches, monuments, Roman stuff...
We also all now have a set of NORMAL CLOTHES each, and are avoiding lycra at all costs.
This morning, we had a TV interview and footage session... yeah, that's right :-) The Rome Report turned up with cameras, we donned our gear, and did some slow cycling for the cameras. Bit of an experience! We're not naturals, had a view interview disasters. We think/hope they edit nicely.

Last night, we closed our pilgrim part of the trip with our very own Via Romea Awards Ceremony. Here are the results:

Best bike: Joe says Joe's (Bertie), Greg says Greg's (Bettie), and Anna says Anna's (Brutus)... no joking she's not that deluded. Anna really says Bettie.

Worst bike: Brutus. Anna points out though that whilst everything else broke, the tyres were invincible.

Best bit of kit: Draw between the tent and our folding campfire.

Worst bit of kit: The empty 300 ml single cream pot we carried the entire way. Or the phrasebook.

Best country: Joe= France. Greg= Switzerland. Anna= Italy.

Favourite day of trip: Day 12, Bourg St Pierre to Quincinetto, over the Alps take two.

Toughest day's cycle: Aigle to Bourg St Pierre.

The Dire Straights Day Award: Day 7, from Froncles to the middle of nowhere, rough camping, with just the oreos and crisps.

Favourite church award, St Peter's and Our Lady of the Rosary, Blackfen, excluded: Chiesa S. Maria del Carmine, Pavia.

Best city, Rome excluded: Pavia and Lucca, straight draw.

Best drink: shoot out between cold water, cold milk, and coke.

Best food: Pasta with any sauce, followed by peaches

Best swimming: Bolsena lake

Best view: draw between Montreux and the Swiss-Italian border mountainous region.

Best downhill: from top of Gd St Bernard Pass to Aosta, down the Alps

And the others....

Machine man of trip: Joe

Machine woman of trip: Anna by default.

Entertainment Jukebox of Trip Award: Greg... by default.

Best driver: Anna. Yep.

Worst driver; Joe. Unbelievably, his repeated minor collisions means he overtook Greg and the mash crash in a photo finish.

Yellow Jersey Award: Joe. He wore his for all but 2 hours of biking.

Mr Map award: Joe

Early Bird Award: joint between Anna and Joe... or, everyone but Greg.

Sleeping Beauty Award: Greg.

Pro Cyclist Nation Award: Italy. They had all the gear.

Most Frustrating Continental Habit: The Siesta. Please, it's lunchtime. Someone sell some food...

Epic Language Fail Award: When Anna stood on an Italian's foot and said 'Prego'.

Via Romea Gold Star Award: Electrical tape. You could build a bike from it we think... we nearly did.

That's all, folks. The award winners would like to thank their family, friends, sponsors, pets and paniers. They also want world peace.

Pictures from Rome

View from the dome of St Peter's
Victor Emmanuelle monument... Greg and Joe are in there somewhere

Below- Gatorade. a funny European version of Lucozade. This picture is dedicated to for Dom Roche Saunders and Phil Wheelan :-)

We like Swiss Guards. Any excuse for a chat.

The polizia didn't like this.

This is us just after arriving in St Peter's. If you haven's guessed, these pictures aren't in order at all- bit of an internet cafe disaster. Behind us are 2 people, Americans from Texas. There's five of them, a family with a friend, and we've managed to bump into them every day in Rome so far. Small place!

More arrival in Rome pictures

Tuesday, 27 July 2010


Sorry for the long silence, Rome has been chaotic but fantastic!

We arrived in St Peter's Square on Saturday evening, 6.45pm. The trip took 20 days in total, 19 if you take off our detour round Piacenza hospital!

Some trip stats:
Total distance- 1320.52 miles... about 2113 kilometers
Total time on bike- 106 hours 22 mins... that's 4 and a half days!
Average speed- 12.41 mph
Max speed: 43.35 mph
Punctures- 2 (and a half...) all Joe's bike!

Thanks for all the support, sponsorship and prayers. They really have kept us going. We're all really enjoying our time in Rome, and shall keep you all in our prayers here. We've done tons of sightseeing, Rome is so beautiful! We'll put the pictures up soon.

Love to everyone! 2 days till England... we hear it's raining! Can't wait :-)

Anna, Joe and Greg

Saturday, 24 July 2010

The Home Strait

Anna and Joeseph started the day in Bolsena and will be cylcling into Rome Termini were they will pick me up!

they say that the klast few days have been a push andit has been very hot and hilly. they met some lovely dutch people who were also cycling to Rome. if you are reading this Joesph and Anna say "dont take the train keep going"

Two nights ago they met some lovely people in Palia who allowed them to camp in their garden overnight due the lack of campsites in Italy.

My plans for the final strait are to get the train to Rome Termini and cycle the two - three miles tothe vactican which goes past the colliseum along past the big ruins of Rome across the tiber and up the road to Saint peters. Icouldnt ask for a grander entrance!

Gregory Treloar

Friday, 23 July 2010

Life at the Monastary!

Over the last few days I have been adapting to monastary life (dont worry mum, you are going to see me again!) as the days have gone on I have been attending more prayer but for some reason I am usually late to either breakfast or lunch once a day, suprising that considering that I am normally the first one to a meal. I am also awake alot more than I was at the beggining of the week witch I think is due to my recovery, thank God!
Mass and Benediction are beautiful partly due to the discreete organ playing but also because of the beautiful surroundings!!
The Church is incredible with many side altars and side chapels there is also the tomb of Sandro Botticelli and the tomb of a person who I was told found america although I didnt find his name. the Church is huge and is decroated all over with paintings if not marble, and at the high altar the you will find that the crucifix is larger than life scale.
Other than that I find that religious life is very contemplative and thoughtful with many jokes at the dinner table thanks to Br G!

Gregory Treloar

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Joe spoiling the scenery
That's Greg in hospital...
The wonderful parishoners of Pavia. Favourite church for sure.
That's a map... only one road down the Alps, though, we're just posing.
That's Italy.
Promotional shot
The top! It was freezing
Snow. Yes.

Um... joe did that.

Our tiny tent is in the corner. Beautiful campsite at top of Alps.

Anna's cooking something

Alps again
Lake in Switzerland

We lik-ke the Lucca

This morning, we made it from Villafranca to Lucca. Beautiful city, in my opinion joint winner with Pavia for prettiest city on the trip so far. The tent is strangely empty, and the road is strangely quiet without Greg. We miss you, Greg! But if you look closely at the photos, Joe still looks exactly like Greg, so you probably won't notice.
We've on the home straight into Rome now- Lucca to Rome is 400km, the minimum distance a pilgrim can cycle to be recognised by an office in Rome somewhere as having travelled the Via Francigena. We're hoping to get halfway between Lucca and Siena tonight, and hopefully still make it in the 20 days, our hospital experience included. A night on the ward was definitely the best and cheapest accommodation so far, but I wouldn't recommend it as a solution to all your travelling needs.
Can't believe we haven't witnessed a major Italian road accident yet. Got weaved round twice and cut up on a single roundabout today, unbelievable. Mysetry hills we hadn't spotted on the map keep cropping up in the hottest part of the day, but the views make it worth it.

'Dove vai?' the Italians say, and we say 'Roma'. It's starting to sound a lot more convincing than when we said the same thing in Canterbury.

Word from the dynamic duo!

Day 16

Last night they stayed in villafranca in Luigana and they said that the it is really hot! Now I think that it must be really hot because when I was with them we were cycling through 38°celcius and hardly noiticed the heat other than the rate at which we went through water.
They said "we had a nice ride although there were some big hills."


They have run out of sun cream and say "Today we literally turned purple!"

Although suncream is a big issue the biggest problem for them is mosquitos. Although even when I was with them mosquitoes never liked me I still think that an Italian monastary with netted windows is much better prepared for them than a tent. In the hospital Anna was joking about seeing a dermatologist about her mosquito bites (they were great in number) so I think that now she must be covered in them.

Last night they stayed at a cool campsite but say that they are missing the hospital Bed and Breakfast service. Concerning food they are now bored of bread and have moved onto pasta (when we rearanged the baggaage I handed over the kilogram bag of pasta that I had been carrying for two days!)

Anna and Joseph say "Thankyou for the support, there are Via Fracigena sign posts everywhere and we have seen a few walkers"

lots of love and prayers
Anna, Joe and Greg!

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

CRASH, BANG, WOLLOP, ooops a lamp post

Greetings from the Franciscan Friars of the Immaculate convent in Firenze S. M. Nouvella (Florence).
It is withgreat sadness and pain that i tell you i cannot cycle for 7-10 days you may have guessed the reason why from the title but to make it crystal clear on day 14, I Gregory colided with a lamp post 30 miles from Pavia and 20 miles from Piacenza. Now i was quite clever and managed hit a lamp post very nearby an amazingly hospitable family who insantly drove around the corner when they heard a big "kerlangalang" (as the Italian lady put it!) they called the ambulance and the ambulance came very quickly and started to examine me. I being in alot of pain started to make various jokes and making Anna laugh. The ambulance men took me out to a strecher and got me into the ambulance put a drip in and took some blood.

Joseph said "be nice to the nurses"
to whitch I replied "hello darling"

Very soon I was on my way to hospital with Anna in the ambulace and an ambulance man asking what hurt!
When i got to the hospital there where lots of doctors waiting for me including a surgeon!! and lukily a English speaking Doctor. They ultrasounded my stomache and my lower regions but found that it was mostly ok soon I was sent for x-rays and had 2 on my shoulder and one on my jaw (none of which are broken). after waiting around in corridors i finally got moved to another hospital where i had to stay over night and also see a urologist? again very luckily the on call urologist spoke good English.
finally after the whole noghts proceedings me and anna were to stay at hospital and joe did not have a place to stay for the night we asked nurse where the nearest hotel was and in the end she pulled out a camp bed and we all slept in the hospital!

Next morning we were all given breakfast and then I had to go of to be ultra sounded again this time it took ages but when it was over I was taken back to the room we were in and waited for the results. a nurse came and told me that I was not alowed to cyle for 7-10 days and that I would have to get the train to Rome afterwards I Anna went to the pharmacy and got the medicines I needed while Joe rang the Italian family who had agreed to pick us up.

When we got back to their house Iwe cahnged all our baggage around and all took our nessesary belongings then we were give a lift to the train station (Italian style) and quite soon was on various trains to florence on the way i managed to miss a train and see a man get aressted (beaten through a glass door by Italien police which ended up completly smashed) it was quite a scary experience.

When I got to the station i was met by one of the Brothers, which mum had already organised with Fr Agnellus, we walked to the convent where I was fed and given a room where i slept soundly.

Anna and Joe have carried on the cycle to Rome whilst i have had to stop at 890 miles 1425 kilometers due to injury.

What I found hardest was not only the lamp post, but notbeing able to speak Italian at all!

lots of love
Gregory Treloar

Good Luck Anna and Joseph

Friday, 16 July 2010

Bella Italia

So, after days of fruitless searching for internet, we finally stumbled across it at our campsite in Quincinetto. Quick update of the journey:

Day 9: Big day- we got to Yverdon, total distance 85 miles. Can't really recomend Portalier as a holiday destination, but the cycle over the Alps was beautiful. Not as bad as we thought it would be, but we were mentally prepared for cliff faces and crampons...

Day 10: Took half a day off! We went swimming in the enormous lake next to our campsite in Yverdon. Have a look at a map, it was huge. Cycled over to Lausanne, where we stopped at a bike shop to fix Anna's bike. Problem with the rachets in the back block, so the pedals didn't work properly. The man's face and the words 'Well, ha, it's.... how we say? Caput!' say it all, really. After cycling it over some Alps, Anna didn't see the funny side. We then cycled on around a lake that dwarfed our morning campsite lake. It was honestly one of the most beautiful settings we'd ever seen, a massive expanse of clear water ringed by mountains. Montreux, on the edge of the lake, has to be one of the most fantastic looking cities we've gone through. Go if you ever get the chance, it's a stunning area of Europe. Finished our day's cycle in the town of Aigle, a few miles south.

Day 11: Quick, flat morning ride from Aigle to Martigny, stopping for maps and food shopping. We thought we'd done the worst of the Alps, but found ourselves climbing again, up the St Bernard Pass, which was decidedly more difficult than we expected. It's a very international road, so many different number plates. Finished up in Bourg St Pierre. The air at the top of the mountains is so clean and fresh, you really can almost taste it. Camped next to a field full of cows with cowbells, which is the closest I ever want to get to tinnitus.

Day 12: Final climb over the Alps from Bourg St Pierre to the top of the St Bernard Pass, 2473 metres at its highest point. The pass is one of the lowest points in the surrounding mountains, and we've really very grateful to whatever glacier is responsible. Up near the top, we were surrounded by some snow, ice and low clouds. A man who was quite clearly a bit of a fitnes machine saw us at the top munching through Swiss chocolate bars, disapproved, and gave us fancy energy bars. Must have worked, because we carried that evening on through Italy into Quincinetto, just south of Pont St Martin. The ride down the Alps both times was absolutely incredible- like a massive, scenic assault course. The paniers may be a hinderance on the way up, but they really speed up the descent. Italian drivers, we must report, are a little unpredictable- lunatics, says Greg. They also love our yellow tops.

We've just started day 13, taken advantage of the dead early morning campsite to use the internet! We have custard croissants, muesli and tons of biscotti things for breakfast.

Ciao! Lots of love,

Anna, Joe and Greg

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Bonjour de Pontarlier

Quick post! Rained off last night, there was a massive thunderstorm. We stayed just outside of Besancon in Cussey-sur-Ognon.
Today, we arrived in Pontarlier about 4pm, took a massive climb up to the first bit of the Alps to get here. 54 miles of big hills, pretty exhausting, had to buy out the whole supermarket for lunch. Beautiful scenery, though. Going to cycle the last part of France now, over the Alps to Yverdon in Switzerland. We'll miss Bastille day in France, sad stuff. 1789, yeah, we were listening in year 8 history lessons...
Hopefully make it to Yverdon tonight and put some more stuff on the blog, if we're not exhausted.

Monday, 12 July 2010

For a special someone...

Whilst we're off in France, we're missing Celeste, our youngest sister's, 12th birthday. Happy birthday Celeste!

We've gone past firelds and fields of sunflowers, so thought we'd send you some! Lots of love from us all, see you soon x x x x

More pictures

Rough camping. Lovely... Mum, don't panic.
Joe, Anna and G the Gangstaa

French Olympic swimming pool?

Great campsite in Froncles
Aquaduct- for Dad!

Swimming in Lac Du Der, before the jetskis

Reims cathedral

Top of Laon, in the medieval village

Bottom of Laon, French national monument, pretty huge we thought.

Greg looking pro

Yeah, grimy. That's Joe and Greg, by the way :-)

Hello from Dampierre-sur-Salon

Sorry for the long silence- we've been travelling through seemingly the middle of nowhere for days, getting blank expressions whenever we mention the Internet. But here we are in Dampierre-sur-Salon (yes, we'd never heard of it either) where we have a feeling they've just built an internet cafe in the top floor of an office espicially for us.

Day 6
We went on to Froncles, another big distance day of 81 miles, but large parts of that were along a beautiful flat canal. Had lunch at Lac du Der, a lake bigger than Reims! Went for a quick swim, got chucked ot in favour of a load of jet skis.
We pretty much fell off the road at Froncles, straight onto the campsite. It was beside a river, so more swimming, and really nice showers, then bed...
Day highlights:
Greg speaking French all by himself to the lady in la Poste
The greengrocer with the super air conditioned shop and an exceptional pride in his fruit and veg in Joinville.
The hill down into Joinville- worth every bit of the hill up!

Day 7
Sunday. Left early to try and find a church. Thought we'd head for the nearest big city, Chaumont. It had a basilica and 2 churches, can't go wrong we thought... but no, no Mass all Sunday, so we cycled over to the next village to a new age shed church for Mass. The basilica round the corner was much better designed for the French summer... meltdown.
Another thing about France on Sundays- no one moves. Empty streets, dead shut shops. We cycled up and down a hill twice to find a truckers self service cafe for lunch, and almost cried when the skinny woman next to us left a whole plate of chips untouched. Then we just carried on south east, nothing else we could do really. Overall, we did 64 miles, and ended the day in the middle of nowhere (more precisely just south of a small town, Les Loges, SE of Chalindrey) camping in a field next to a puddle river, with some crisps, rock hard bread and Oreos from a petrol station for dinner. And breakfast. Quote of the day from Joseph, washing in the mud pool river- 'I feel like Pocahontas.' Sunday was definitely the lowpoint of the trip so far. Started to feel like a bit of a pilgrimage... Total distance in first week overall 476.74 miles.

Cycled, after a nourishing breakfast of 2 oreos and a slice of stale bread to Champlitte, where we overpowered the Boulangerie by our enthusiasm for their bread and pain aux raisins. Champlitte is a very pretty town, again, never heard of the internet. Carried on round a load of silly hills (Alps training, apparently) to Dampierre-sur-Salon. Tonight, we are rejoining civilization and the land of running water and camping in Besancon. Tomorrow, we're starting to hit the Alps. If you were waiting to donate, now would be a great time!

It is very very very warm, we seem to have acclimatized. The other morning, we were talking about it being almost chilly, turns out it was 26 degrees.
The bikes are all lovely, apart from Brutus, who appeared to be dying, until Joe did some fancy gear spanner work. Didn't fix the cranky pedals, though...
Hand washing the clothes appears to be becoming futile. They don't get much cleaner, and we set off every morning with washing strapped onto the bikes to dry. We don't look all that pro with underwear flapping around.
And if you are French, or driving in France today or tommorow, please refrain from beeping and making Tour de France/yellow jersey jokes. We've heard them all. We are NOT the Tour de France, we're carrying a tent.

Lots of love

Spanner, Go and Greedy.

Friday, 9 July 2010

Chalons en Champagne

Hi there, quick update...
Day 3: after Arras, we went on to Peronne, in the Somme region. Beautiful weather, mostly flat riding with some slow hills. Finally found a proper campsite! Lots of washing...

Day 4: From Peronne to Prouilly. We had intended to reach Reims, but only nearby campsite was in Prouilly, so we went for that. Turned out to be nearly i,possible to find. Eventually got there, and a lovely man sorted everything out- gave us a camping spot next to a beautiful lake, and gave us the night's stay for free. Then he turned up 10 mins later with a bottle of cold coke... Amazing!
The day was very warm- 36 degrees in the shade. Had longest day's ride yet- 86 miles, with some big hills. Greg ran over a frog, Joe had a brush with a parked car... interesting day!

Day 5- Today. We cycled into Reims in the morning, beautiful Cathedral. Went on to Chalons en Champagne, and hope to manage another 30k to the only campsite around this eve.

So far, we've done 330 miles, so still on target. A few flatter days coming up too.

General reflections- France is very beautiful, so much countryside, some areas look like they haven't changed for a century or so. Most people have been really helpful, despite our limitations on the language front! We still love l'office de tourisme.

Also, met a woman today doing a walking pilgrimage across France with a cat. And we thought we were mad...

Wednesday, 7 July 2010


Anna passed her exams, so no turning back at Dover to resit! slowly revising anatomy through pain- ulnar nerve, sciatic nerve, load of back muscles, thigh muscles, and the old favourite, the gluteus maximus...

here are a few pictures of the trip so far, from the starting stone in canterbury, to the hills of france. as you can see we are loving it, though it can be tiring :)

love to all. Joe