What a crass idiot I am! I woke up this morning, peered at my £5 Argos watch (they usually last about 2 years of rough useage) and was convinced it was 6.30am. Of course, I hadn’t put my specs on, and when I was half way through packing my tent, I discovered it had been 5.30am! Way too early even for the greatest adventurer. Nett result? I was on the road at 7am, an hour earlier than planned….the downside being that cafes and bakeries generally don’t open till 9. I mean, how unreasonable is that? So I snacked on last night’s leftovers, completed 25kms riding along the River Main (gawping at the length of several luxury river cruise boats) and then checked in for a second breakfast at a nice little bakery, where elegant elderly ladies go to read the morning paper.
Now, when I was shaking out the tent this morning, I saw this little blighter clinging to the outside (sorry about the poor photo, phone cameras don’t do close-ups)….I do not want to get the pincer of one of these stuck in me. I don’t mind losing a few mls of blood, but they can leave a nasty poison behind if you fail to deal with them.
I am, of course, talking about ticks, and for the next week or two, I will be cycling through, and camping in, areas where ticks are endemic, particularly along the Danube.
Solution? Use deet repellant, cover up, and shake the tent out with particular vigour before packing it away each morning. And did I squash this little beastie in revenge? No, he got a last-minute reprieve….after all, who am I to interfere with nature’s evolutionary processes?
And as I made my way to Nuremburg, I once again studied the signposts in a small village,
and guess what? Still no signs pointing the way to Istanbul! Surely it can’t be that far away…..
But my own personal waymarker tells me I have covered the first 1000 kms of this 3000+ kms journey.
So, if you would like to encourage me along the remainder of the route, please click here: http://www.justgiving.com/Frank-Burns2
Thanks for your support!