Thursday, 20 October 2011
So long Summer and thanks for the memories
Friday, 20 May 2011
Riding the Trans Europe Express - Munich to Venice!
Alpes Maritimes. Purely by chance we opted for the Brenner Pass, and then into the Adige Valley.
Initially it was the most direct over the Alps that encouraged us through this conduit. Soon however, our eye wandered across the wider area on the page of the map. I certainly for one hadn't realised the proximity of Lake Garda to the Brenner Pass, or indeed just how close Verona and Venice were to Lake Garda. And so as we travelled, the plan came together for this stunning, classic European ride. We jotted down a few details, and excitedly then put the plans together back at Adventure Cafe HQ two weeks later. A further 9 months on, and the trailblazing first team were pushing out from Munich Airport, out into the Bavarian countryside with a keen sense of adventure!
We of course knew about the 'big' highlights on the ride, but what soon became apparent was that this ride is very special. Even between the main 'attractions' there are gems aplenty waiting to be uncovered by riders on this event. Wolratshausen town, nestling beside the tumbling, bubbling Loisach River, and its pretty high street, well provided for with Gelataria and Pattisseries, is our first firm favourite! From here our route continues South towards the mountains, passing through the sparkling Spa town of Bad Tolz before starting to climb up towards the Austrian Border. Well before lunch, and we are at the border, and crossing the first ridge of the pre-Alps, and riding beside deep glacial lakes, in warm sunshine. Then we enjoy our first fast descent down into the Inn Valley, now faced by the full force and grandeur of the Alps proper. We have a brief respite as we ride down the flat valley bottom, working together to cheat the valley wind. At Innsbruck we have a brief flirtation with busier roads, but we also take in the historic city centre, bumping down small flights of steps through romantic medieval stone archways, and down cobbled narrow alleyways.
On the other side of Innsbruck, day 2 has a real sting in the tail, which of course all riders are well aware of; the mighty Brenner Pass!
We break the climb into two on this ride - climbing up to the town of Steinach am Brenner, we pause briefly just for some essential fuel (ie cakes and sweets!) in Matrei, to help us up the last few km. Arriving at the Gasthof, we are all well and truly spent, and ready for a cool fresh Austrian Beer, and some hearty mountain fare. Fortunately, our host Herr Klotz is a jolly fellow, and looks after our team magnificently, with a good meal of Wiener Schnitzel and a traditional broth to start! His final offering of a couple of rounds of his local Schnapps / Firewater, is not to my taste, but is gobbled down by the team!
Fit with our energy reserves replenished, the route continues to climb to the top of the Brenner, where we celebrate with photos on the Italian Border. With just over a day in Austria behind us, we wave goodbye, and enter our third country of the trip. Starting with an enormous and joyous descent we ride on down into the Sud Tirol, and down into the wonderful Adige Valley. The scenery builds through the day - and from time to time we are fortunate enough to pick up parts of the Adige Valley Cycle trail. Mid afternoon we ride through the sublime and fascinating Tirol town of Bolzano, or Bosen - the town with a split nationality, part Austrian, part Italian, part Sauerkraut and Wiener Schnitzel, part Chianti and Tortelloni, but topped off with beautiful architecture and stunning mountain views direct from the city centre!
A hop and a skip outside Bolzano and the towering dolomitic limestone cliffs start towering above us on both sides, as we drop down for the final gentle ride in the glacier scoured valley bottom, bound for the perfect village of Rovereto. Dinner and a couple of Moretti Pilsners later, and it's time to sleep!
Day 4 dawns, and the team think "surely this ride can't keep up the wonders we have witnessed on days one, two and three?", but as we start down the heart of the Adige Valley on another sundrenched clear morning, the anticipation for Lake Garda builds. A smooth fast ride down the valley brings us
down to Mori - where the cycle path helps us up and away from the valley bottom and the Adige River. A short stiff climb ensues, and then we whizz down a winding path and series of small lanes, to behold the most amazing view (probably!) of the whole journey as we crest the hill, and stare in awe, down the entire length of Lake Garda. And even better than this view, and the tasty Italian lunch by the lake, and the swim in the fresh clear water, is that our route now rocks on down beside the lake for an amazing 48km, without doubt, one of the rides of your life!
Wearily the team make the final ride over the small set of hills to reach Verona, and tired but elated, we take the final turns of the pedals into this most amazing of cities, taking in the amazing views of the old city stacked up along the banks of the Adige Valley.
The final morning of the trip starts gently, and at a low tempo. The essence of the first part of this, the final day is making the final stage of the journey over towards the Adriatic Sea, our journey's end. We see the hills tumbling down into the wine town of Soave off to the side of our ride, but we plough on, with the end in sight. The morning is hot work, crossing the plains to reach the wondefully historic city of Padova, where we break for lunch, and ready ourselves for the final hurrah. In the afternoon, we soon start to feel the Venetian influence, and we ride fast and smooth as a team, along one of the feeder Canals that criss-cross the hinterland of the Veneto. The characteristic barbers pole mooring points for the watercraft on the canal start to creep in, and the waterside properties get ever larger, and more extravagant. Just the last few kilometres and we reach our overnight hotel, and it's a big hurrah as we come into Mestre. It's not quite the end of the road though, as this amazing journey has just one last incredible experience to reward us for our perseverence. From Mestre, the last town on the mainland, in the dying embers of a warm sunny evening, we ride out and across the amazing 2.5 mile long manmade causeway that connects the mainland to the historic island of Venice.
At the end of the road, despite Venice itself being out of bounds for cyclists, we sneek on to the first bridge in the pedestrianised entrance area on to the island. We made it - through Bavaria, over the Alps, down the Adige Valley, beside Lake Garda, through Verona, across the Veneto to the most unusual city in the world - the proud completers of the Trans Europe Express!
The Next Trans Europe Express departs platform 4, Munich Hauptbahnhof on 28th September 2011, Get On Board! Let's Ride! http://www.adventure-cafe.com/Content/ForeignAdventure/ForeignAdDetail.asp?aid=1232560634
Thursday, 31 March 2011
I'm Craving Caving!
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Spring is in the air.... Time for adventure!
But if ever there was a time for seizing the moment and feeling energised by the world, it is the spring! A time surely of new possibilities, for imagining the possibilities that lie ahead for the summer, and a time to embrace a world which, contrary to popular media is actually full of wonder and endless awesome experiences.
Although we tend to spend most of our time thinking about and doing physical challenges, in fact our view of the world does roam slightly wider, and our deep down philosophy at Adventure Cafe is more tuned towards simply 'getting stuck in'. We are passionate about getting passionate. In whatever area you may be interested, get amongst it. Knighted, gardeners, diy-ers, motor bikers, gymnasts, painters, bird spotters, and even outdoors adventure freaks! all of us, lets look forward to the summer, let's plan our conquests for the forthcoming season, don't miss the boat, just get in there, and let's get it started! Richard.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Well done to the guys from Waitrose for persevering through arctic conditions on Kinder Scout in February. It's not often you see Nordic skiers in The Peak, and after an hour in white-out traversing Brown Knoll, huskies and sled weren't too far-fetched. Low cloud unfortunately limited the views, but the wind-sculpted gritstones of The Woolpacks look their best when the sky's forbidding.
The following weekend brought better weather, a trip to Avebury (and a sprained ankle, more on that later) and the Adventure Cafe Century Bike Challenge from Oxford. Now, I always swore I'd never become a MAMIL (Middle-Aged Man in Lycra), but the urge to get stuck in trumps my sartorial alarm bells every time. So in padded lycra and silly (albeit necessary) helmet I heroically took one for the team by giving up my bike after 45km to endure the discomfort of the support vehicle to Banbury. Hats off to all who took part, the rain seemed to keep finding an extra gear. Regardless, cycling is the best way to enjoy the Cotswolds and I can think of no better way to take in the site of the opening battle of the civil war and the birth places of such luminaries as William Shakespeare, Plastikman and, er, Gary Glitter.
The legacy of these events has been a hamstring strain and the aforementioned sprained ankle. Rest is paramount to any fitness regime, but I've always struggled to do nothing. A day without taking some form of exercise is anathema to me and always leaves me restless and tetchy. Why? IT JUST DOES, OK!! So, with one leg extended and the other on ice, I commend to you a new book by Ian Vince called The Lie of The Land, a brilliantly readable 'under the field' guide to the geology of Britain. We may not have the highest peaks, the longest rivers or the most boring salt flats, but if you want to see rocks from virtually every period in Earth's history in one place, then Britain's that place.
I may have made a screeching, Nick Clegg-esque U-turn on lycra, but I swear:
I'll never buy a caravan.
Shoot me if I do.
Friday, 14 January 2011
Gotta be Startin' Something!
And so, last weekend, I took my next step into the unknown, and ambarked on a journey into the unknown, and into Goatchurch Cavern on the Mendip Hills. I had been for a climb outdoors, in Cheddar Gorge, but to be brutally honest, it was a nightmare! Cold hands, slippery rock, and a biting wind, combined to make a less than attractive proposition. So after a brief VDiff lead, off we popped up the Gorge, and across the tops and dipped down into Burrington Combe. Here we picked up our static rope, helmets and headtorches, and off we trudged up the hill to the uninspiringly named 'Tradesmans Entrance'! Now, I have actually caved three times properly in the Mendips, but in recent times I have taken to venturing into the beginnings of Goatchurch under my own steam (with my daughter a couple of times) ... the only thing is, that entering the normal entrance of Goatchurch, one can walk easily around 30 - 40 metres into the cavern, but then things change dramatically and one has to struggle dramatically into what looks like a tiny hole. So, we have said 'no-thanks' we'll turn round, and head home!
That was until last weekend, when we started down into the steep slithery 'Tradesmans Entrance'. Once again, as we entered the cavern, I have to admit to a certain sense of trepidation, but in hindsight, this was laced with the unmistakeable frisson of excitement of true adventure. This is the great feel of putting one's best foot forward into the unknown, without really knowing what one will find around the corner. Truly the essence of adventure is the feast for the senses that ensues when one has to push physically, to dare, and as a reward, the intrepid are treated to sights, sounds and experiences new and fresh!
Our adventure took us down, and down, through a fascinating series of squeezes, tunnels and caverns. Using our 40 metre rope we were able to give ourselves a clear trail back out of the cavern. But then of course, the rope ran out, and so we found ourselves pushing off into the real unknown.
Once off the end of the rope, we only explored very tentatively, a few minutes off in either direction, exploring small caverns, and tasting the excitement of a hidden undiscovered underground world... Best of all, we turned back whilst we were enjoying our adventure, in the knowledge that we can return again soon to explore further, we haen't completed our journey, we have only just started... great!
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Xmas Holidays and Getting Out There
Hi everyone, hope you're all well and looking forward to the annual Xmas holiday. If you're like me and have young children you're probably in the middle of intense preparations for the big day and looking forward to seeing through a magical few days of family time (well most of the time).
This time of year, for me, also is significant in that the holiday period opens up opportunities to get in a few days of serious walking and running and maybe even a bike ride (if I can find my thermal base layer). With the current arctic conditions, there has never been a better time to get wrapped up and enjoy the wintery landscape. Down here in the South West and I’m sure like most other parts of the UK, it’s very rare for us to be on the receiving end of a good dumping of snow – high moorland excluded. And so I’m already working out the ridges and peaks in my head that we as a family and/or a couple of mates can hit before the big thaw comes and we’re back to the standard UK winter of wind, rain and mud – sorry for reminding you.
So I guess this is all about seizing the moment and making the most of situation and turning it around to your advantage. With current conditions that have not been seen in certain parts of the country for a generation this is surely a rare chance to do just that. If you need more convincing and a little more motivating then have a look at these amazing photos taken while on winter walks by some of he team here at Adventure Cafe on the Adventure Cafe flickr pages.
Have a terrific Xmas break and don’t forget over this period of celebration to raise a glass to the great outdoors -Cheers!