If you want to be happy, be.

We are just getting started! Cycling over the bridge at the border between Greece and Turkey was symbolic. Riding away from Europe, finally crossing into a different continent. Finally going further away and into de unknown.

Turkey is not a hidden gem anymore, and it might not be the strangest land in the world, but I had never been there. I had never crossed the European limits overland.

After 11 months on the road, we have finally made it! No time for celebrations, but to continue cycling into a new country, a different culture.

The night caught us at the same time than the rain, and we run out of the road into a thick forest. It was time to put the tent and hide before the storm falls over us.

Next morning, our first mission was drying up that tent to avoid damaging the fabric. As usual. We didn’t have any food left with us, so we just kept pushing trying to reach a shop or bakery where to get some supplies.

After the first few minutes on the road, we saw a village, and we slowed down hoping to find a market.

First coffee in Turkey

An old man started to make signs to stop from a terrace, and so we did. It was a tea house, our very first of many, and we were invited to have coffee and tea. He offered us breakfast but it seemed too much, we just thanked him for the coffee and continued on our way to find a place to dry up the tent and get food.

Minutes later, we reached some kind of a cheese shop with an outdoor area, a garden, and a kid’s playground. It looked like a good place to put our tent and tarp to dry.

Before we could take the tent out of our bag, someone came and offered us to come inside to have tea. It was a brand new restaurant and we were not sure if it was a kind offer or a demand to spend our little money there. I was convinced it was the first, Ilze was arguing it was the second.

We continued setting up the tent while discussing it, and the man came out again insisting that we should have breakfast as well.

First breakfast in Turkey

Walking into the restaurant the man just points us to a table. I tried to explain him that we didn’t have much money, that we just wanted something cheap, and he just said several times not to worry and walked away.

Food started to arrive. Cheese, sandwiches, bread, tea, olives. Another man came to talk, and we explained him with sign language how we were traveling by bicycle from England. How we were going to continue cycling all the way around the world. And how we were spending the last night in the tent.

He was nice and kind, smiling all the time while trying to communicate. When we finish eating it was already quite clear that nobody was going to ask for any payment for the meal, that we have been invited to breakfast -again-, even when they haven’t actually said the words.

But, before leaving, the other man came back with a bag full of different cheeses and some bread. A couple of kilos worth of food for the road.

Wow! Is this normal in Turkey? Did that just happen? Not a bad way to start our first morning in Turkey!

Revitalized, we continue cycling direction Istanbul. The wind was hitting strong on us, always on our face, and we were going really slow.

First host in Turkey

We were meant to have our first Couchsurfing host in Tekirdag, but we were behind schedule.

To make things worse, I had my first flat tire when the sun went down and there were no street lights around, foggy and rainy. I started to take the bags out and figure it out when a man on a tractor stopped to help and give me some light. He was not really helpful, but he was there. Willing to give me a hand.

New tube on the wheel and we kept cycling. A few kilometers later I realized the new tube was punctured again. Again on the side of the road, without enough light, I decided to make sure this time and I changed the tire and the tube. I would have time later to check properly where the nail was.

It was way too late, but there was no point in stopping there in the cold. So we kept cycling until 9pm, when we finally reached and found our host’s house.

A divorced woman, a mother of one funny girl, welcomed us into her house despite the late arrival. She insisted that we should stay a second night and, after a long day, we just said yes without any doubts.

We were in a rush to reach the other side of Turkey, we had lots of kilometers ahead of us and only 30 days due to Ilze’s visa. But on the second day in the country we already make the decision not to let that rule our plans. There are always options.

Latvians only get 30 days permit in Turkey, instead of 90 as other European countries. They can stay 90 of every 180 days in the country, but they can only be there 30 days after each stamp in their passport. In the bright side, it is totally free for them, no need for electronic visas.

After a resting day and talking about all kind of topics and matters, we kept cycling direction Istanbul.

The wind was there again, slowing us down. We were starting to be concerned about where and how we would sleep since there were absolutely no place to put the tent around there.

We were 80 kilometers of what Google Maps pointed as “center of Istanbul”, and 100 from the place where our Warmshowers’ host lived and stated it was “center of Istanbul”. That’s a big center, I thought. But 80 or 100 kilometers away from there we were already trapped in the suburbs of Istanbul. A constant traffic jam surrounded by cities, towns or suburbs.

First ride in Turkey

Ilze was going ahead this time after I stopped to take a picture. I was riding my bicycle on the side of the road when a van slowed down next to me and started to make some signs.

What does this guy want from me? I smiled, he made me a sign to wait, overtook me and slowed down in front of me.

He got out of the van with his mobile phone in his hand, shook my hand -with his other hand- and showed me his phone’s screen.

Google translator said: “I am going to Istanbul, do you want to come with me?”

Sure! Why not.

I was proud to have cycled every inch until there, but there was no point anymore in cycling in the traffic jam of Istanbul when this alternative has just appeared.

Plus, I have a lot of experience hitchhiking, but “being hitchhiked” while cycling was a new experience for me!

I managed to explain him that we needed to pick up my girlfriend as well. No problem, of course!

He was a really kind guy. Again, no English speaker, but we managed to communicate. He does a lot of active sports like paragliding and hiking, and we were sharing pictures and laughs while riding -or driving- into Istanbul.

When the traffic was all we could see around ourselves, we were even more glad to be so lucky to have been found by him. He actually took us to the door of our Warmshowers’ host, driving 20 extra kilometers of traffic jams in the process.

In the end, he just told us: “This is Turkish hospitality! Welcome!”

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331 days wild camping and pedaling over a bunch of European countries. Three hundred and thirty-one days since we quit our jobs in England and started our cycling adventure. No timetables, no plans, no return tickets.

11 months fighting with the elements: cold, hot, wind, rain, snow and hailing. Not knowing where we will end up sleeping by the end of the day, without any worries further ahead than that.

Now we are making real those dreams we had while renting a room in England and saving with a goal. We are living our dream.

Video of our 11 months cycling in Europe

Here you have a video reviewing these last months traveling around Europe on a bicycle. Enjoy it!

Our numbers through Europe

You have all our bicycle touring stats at your fingertips.

• We have spent an average of 3€ per person and day.
• We cycled 52.45 daily kilometers.
• My bicycle and luggage weights around 70 kilos, Ilze’s bike around 50.
• Our average speed is 15 Km/h.
• Our camping tent became our house half of the nights during this period of time.
• We have ingested something around 40 Kg of pasta.
• We have been invited by strangers to sleep at their house 4 times.
• Police kicked us out from our wild camping spot only once, in Spain.
• Random people have gifted us kilos and kilos of fruits, especially in the Balkans.
• We slept at a strip-club, at a McDonald’s and at a train’s platform.

What to do in winter with a bicycle and a tent?

We are leaving Europe, but the winter is still coming. We decided to head South in Turkey and look for a place where to stop, rest and hide from cold and rain.

Last weeks have been very wet and gray, we don’t want to spend months inside a wet camping tent and riding with wet clothes, especially when the daily light last such a short time.

Cyprus sounds like an interesting place to go in winter, and we don’t need any visas. But since we change our travel ideas more often than our t-shirts, we cannot commit to a winter destination just yet. No plans.

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I am writing you these lines from the inside of my tent, in the middle of the Bosnian mountains, after a long day cycling.

For the last 9 months we have been cycling around Europe, meeting random local people, speaking in different languages or mimicking for communication. Trying traditional gastronomy, being invited into their homes and tables, and spending nights sleeping under the stars, into the wild.

On January, Ilze and I set off on a journey to travel around the world by bicycle. A definition of our understanding of travel is required here: we are not visiting, we are not doing the tourist stuff, and we are not racing or ticking dots on a map; we are slowly moving around getting to know different places history and culture, the way of life of its people, living a nomadic life using a bicycle as transportation system.

Our idea is to travel around the Earth on a bike. Not on a straight and shorter way, but discovering our surroundings, zigzagging to neighboring countries, moving up and down on our way East.

The best plan is no plan

We don’t make plans, we live in the moment. Due to the winter season bringing the cold and bureaucratic problems to enter some countries in other parts of the World; we have some ideas and possibilities for our route. But we rarely make actual plans more than a few days in advance, and even then, we end up changing them way too often! The best plan is no plan. Living without knowing where we are going to end up tomorrow night, in which forest, beach or riverside we will set up our tent, who will we meet on our way and what new food we will end up trying out is part of our daily routine.

We believe in people, not in money, and we try to minimize our expenses to a bare minimum. During these last months we have spent less than 4€ a day. Quit smoking or drinking for a year and you would have enough to travel around the world!

Living on the road, cheaply, on a bike and in a tent; implies that those things that most people expect to be just there, at home, are needs we have to address and find ways to full fill.

Find food, cook food, get water, take a shower, do laundry, get into bed; every day. Those basic needs you have a few steps away back at home, are part of the adventure when you are traveling over foreign land without a credit card at hand. Even the more anecdotic parts of daily routine can become an adventure!

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Portugal. Finally! A break, a change, fresh air after a long time cycling through Spanish lands.

Spain has diversity and sharp contrast between regions, but crossing the border to a new country, different language and unknown traditions are always welcome. Even when the differences are small like in this case.

It might sound funny coming from a Spaniard, but after traveling around most of Europe and putting my feet on around 40 countries; I had never gone before to the neighbor one! I had never been in Portugal before. It was time!

Helmet is not mandatory for cyclists

Oh yeah! I am not going to lie to you, the main reason for going to Portugal as soon as possible was to be able to get rid of my bicycle helmet and use a hat. The heat was killing me in the early summer and being so many hours under the bright sun was a penitence.

I was extremely happy of being able to use my hat without having to worry about police, tickets and other bullshit. Yeah, it is safer, kind of; but I prefer to avoid skin cancer since it is a more likely problem when riding so many hours under that sun, and so slow.

Cycling through empty roads on the mountains of Portugal

Lovely roads going up and down the mountains and hills, with barbecue areas next to it and barely no cars to share the tarmac with. Good thing considering the tarmac wasn’t at its best.

First Portuguese town: Guarda

After a couple of nights wild camping we arrived at Guarda, where we were meeting with a Couchsurfing host. Guarda is the highest town of Portugal, and it is settled over a hill. The highest point of the town is the church square.

• Where do you think our host would suggest us to meet with that information?
• Bingo! In the church. And do you know where did he live?
• Of course! At the bottom of the hill!

Pushing a few extra hundreds of meters climb wasn’t such a big deal anyways, but probably funnier with a lighter bike. Anyways, it felt like Guarda was not a very friendly cyclist town. We barely show anybody else with bicycles. It is a very lively city, with quite a lot of artists and museums.

Up and down to Viseu

After one-day wild camping, again, we arrived at another Couchsurfing host. A Polish-Irish couple who was staying in the awarded as best Portuguese town to live in.

We had a great time staying with them and we share multiple chats and dinners, and we even make an attempt to go out for a beer. But the everywhere-smoking bars were too much for us.

The Portuguese coast: Aveiro

We made it to Aveiro following a cycling path for a while and riding between mountains and next to some river. We got there sweaty and tired! But we had a great time with another couple, this time from Warmshowers.

Aveiro was the most touristic town we had ever been in Portugal, but it didn’t feel that bad once you are staying there with friends and not in the central areas. They just tried to rent us a boat a couple of times.

Cycling into Porto during a football match

Porto has something special. It has a charm, a particular beauty. It is not especially nice under normal standards. It is not well preserved, it is a bit in ruins, it is dirty, it is chaotic… But all that makes it real, and all the colors and smiles give its own charm.

It was fun to arrive at Porto when Lisboa football team was playing a final against Sevilla. The fun was watching to all the Portuguese, from Porto, supporting the Spanish team instead of their own. Making jokes and laughing at their neighbors.

I always thought that rivalry between Barcelona and Madrid was too much, but this was a completely superior level of hatred.

Portuguese beaches direction to Galicia

A couple of days in the Portuguese coast, wild camping, sunbathing and enjoying the sea was enough. We had had a great time cycling through Portugal and it was time to keep cycling, this time around the Spanish brothers of the Portuguese people: the Galicians.

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We arrived in Spain, which meant we had to cross the Pyrenees! After one month cycling the flattish France we were not sure how we were going to handle it. We were afraid of the hard climbing, thinking how many breaks we would need and how many days it would take us.

In the end, like anything else in life, it was just a task like any other, and a pleasant ride once you get used to and start to take it easy. Small gear, look around and keep going. Don’t worry about the speed, you will get to the top. Sooner or later, later rather than sooner.

We had two summits ahead of us, and after that all the way down to Pamplona. And Zaragoza. Surprisingly, the hardest part were not the mountains, but the flat and boring road direction Zaragoza. The wind took advantage of the lack of obstacles and it made much harder pedaling. But the worse was the arid landscape, and the little entertainment it yield to our eyes.

Cycling to the Mediterranean sea

After Zaragoza we kept riding direction Teruel, easy roads there, and took our first vía verde to the coast, an old coal miner train way that leads direction the Mediterranean sea.

It was early Spring, but for a Latvian girl, the weather was Summerish and we got our first sunburns of the year. Oranges and mandarins were ready for the pick up, but most fields were going to waste. Fruit production in Spain is massive and prices paid by intermediaries are extremely low, so lots of field owners don’t even bother to pick up the fruit. That was a treat. We enjoyed the perfectly ripe fruits and turned ourselves freegan.

After the quietness on the miners way, we arrived to Valencia during its craziest days of the year: during las Fallas! A totally-nuts-party were people celebrate making us much noise as possible.

We felt we needed to run away from there, and so we did. But the Mediterranean coast was a bit of a disappointment for these budget bicycle tourers. Everywhere you go, you just find more and more huge buildings. No wild coast, no nature, just construction and man-made coast side. We didn’t enjoy it, but we kept delighting ourselves in the orange fields.

In some occasions it was really hard to find a decent spot for camping. That’s a problem because wild camping in Spain is not allowed, overnight outdoors sleeping is grey area, and after being kicked out once -and threatened with a fine- we decided we needed to hide properly.

Lucky for us Alicante province finished, and it got a bit quieter, a bit more rural. Less touristic and more wild land. But really dry, we spend one night in a town with the Spanish record as driest city: It can take years without one drop of water from the sky! Suck it England!

Cabo de Gata was beautiful; arid, but beautiful. Really interesting landscape, wild beaches and dirty paths next to the coast. Sometimes too rocky to push on the pedals, which made us get down the bikes and push when cycling next to dangerous cliffs.

Cycling in the mountains: Sierra Nevada

Next city was Almería, touristic but quiet, sunny but chilly thanks to the wind and proximity with the sea. From the upper part of the city, you could guess the coast line of Africa. But, in the end, it was just another city. We wanted to go back to the mountains, and so we did. There we go Sierra Nevada!

We wanted mountains, and we got them. We cycled the whole Sierra Nevada mountain range across. We spent 5 days climbing up a summit, going down the next one, climbing up again, going down one more time… and camping between almond and olive trees. Yummy almonds by the way!

After 5 days of hard cycling we were happy to reach civilization, and we got to Granada, one of the gems of Spain. We enjoyed the massive portions of tapas -one or two beers and you have had dinner-, and walking around the different neighborhoods.

Making plans on the fly

We were planning to get to Sevilla and to Portugal from the South, but we changed them -we really never made them to be fair- and went through the central part of Spain to Madrid.

The only reason to get into the immense capital of Spain was that I had a blogging awards ceremony to attend, the Spanish version of this blog had been chosen as finalist for #Premios20Blogs, the main national blogging competition. Cool, but not enough to win!

We follow some of the Camino de Santiago routes, the Southern ones, the less crowded and more interesting ones; specially because you get some free “albergues” where to spend the night and get a real shower, like human beings.

Madrid and Camino de Santiago to Portugal

Cycling to Madrid we had spend almost 1 month without a proper break, no more than a couple of nights at somebody’s place, every day wild camping, wild showering and so on. We really needed to rest and felt human again. So we used the opportunity to stop a bit in Madrid and just do that: take a break.

We ride out of Madrid with more mountains on the way, going to Segovia -famous by their aqueduct and the roast baby pig called cochinillo– and from there to Salamanca. That was our last city in Spain for a little while, since it was time to cross the border with Portugal and try to find the differences between Portuguese and Spaniards. But Salamanca was a great goodbye, a really beautiful old town.

And from there we ride our bicycles out of Spain, crossing the unattended border with Portugal and getting rid of that helmet that was making me feel way too hot under that shiny sun.

See you soon Spain, at least one more time!

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The second country of our world round trip by bicycle was France, and we arrived there in the middle of winter.

The early months of winter had been very rainy, and it caused the whole country to be flooded. Before starting our trip we have been researching about French bicycle routes and paths, but in the end we had to stick to big roads to avoid diving riding a bicycle!

The worse adversary wasn’t the cold or the rain, but the great winds that this winter harry all the Atlantic coast of South of Europe. We had to pedal against 100Km/h winds over the flatness of France, which made it hard, especially when we were not capable of riding faster than 5Km/h.

We spend almost one month from Calais to the Pyrenees and we enjoy the hospitality of French people, we were almost every evening invited by members of Warmshowers and Couchsurfing.

I hope you enjoy the pics of this little part of our bigger adventure!

After crossing the Pyrenees we started a loop around Spain and Portugal, but after that we will be back in France when riding through the South of Europe towards Asia.

Au revoir, Francia! See you soon!

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We had just quit our jobs and left the flat we were renting in Manchester. We took the train we had previously booked to London, that way we had a departure date and the obligation, no excuses to delay it would be acceptable. We started our adventure on 8th January 2014, our New Year’s resolution.

During a couple of days we cycled and walked around London, last urban stop during our period living in England; and we met some interesting Warmshowers hosts!

And we started to cycle OUT of London!

3 days later the real trip started, we left the last “known place” and we cycle out of London direction to France.

Cycling in winter could be hard, but we felt ready and eager to embrace this adventure and test ourselves.

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Our winter adventure cycling around central England was a good practice for our forthcoming bicycle touring around the world project. 13 days on the saddle: visiting beautiful cities such as Lancaster, Newcastle and York; enjoying the astonishing views of Lake District, and climbing summits in Cumbria.

Those 2 weeks were a total rupture with our routine in Manchester. The last months of working and saving were finally paying off. We had the chance to try our new bicycles, our new gear and ourselves in hard conditions.

2 people, 2 bicycles, 10 panniers. Moving North from Manchester in a loop around central England, a total of 626 Km ridden and 12 nights in our sleeping bags.

Our first day was worrying. It was our first time riding loaded bicycles and we barely manage to keep them standing. Ilze was not able to cycle in a straight line, her handlebar was shifting side to side every second. Getting used to cycle loaded bikes, getting out of the traffic of Manchester, stopping in every traffic light, the wind in our faces all day long and the early winter sunset implied a really bad start: 26 Km.

26 kilometers in a whole day? How are we going to make it around the world? We are going to be in our elderly years before we finish!

Little by little we got used to the bicycles, we started to get more fit, and we started to feel better riding in cold weather. Days were still short; it took as long to start the day because we needed a lot of time to pack the camping staff, put the panniers back on the bicycles and cook some breakfast with frozen hands. It was strange for us to start the riding before midday, and sunset was at 5!

Even so, we manage to end up doing 70-75 kilometers a day. With more experience, longer days and better weather we should be able to do 100 Km daily easy! That was starting to sound better.

Our bycicle touring route around central England

As I didn’t check in every hour, lines are not following the real paths, but you can get an idea of our route.

• First day we started from our home in Manchester, passed through Bolton and wild camp near Belmont.
• Second day we went to Preston and free camped in a farm in Garstang.
• Third day we went through Lancaster and pitched our camping tent a bit after.
• Fourth day we arrived at Lake District and wild camped in Windermere.
• Fifth day we went through Ambleside and Grasmere, end up pitching the tent in Keswick.
• Sixth day we passed Penrith after riding offroad through white snowed paths.
• Seventh day we enjoyed the mountains and slept in Alston.
• Eighth day we passed Hexham and took cycling route 72 until Wylam.
• Ninth day we went to Newcastle through the riverside.
• Tenth day we passed Durham and Darlington, and slept in a little town near Northallerton.
• 11th day we arrived in the castle city of York.
• 12th day we crossed Leeds and slept in Brighouse.
• 13th day we got back to Manchester passing through Oldham.

A total of 626 Km riding on our bicycles, quiet days of 26-35 Km and proper cycling days of 60-75Km.

Weather we face in winter cycling

Rain, snow, hail, wind, ice and subzero temperatures. We enjoyed a bit of everything while clenching our jaws on the bikes.

Temperatures at night were always subzero, we woke up with ice over our tent and frozen zippers. We even enjoyed one night at -10 degrees. The best we got during the day was 5 degrees, even the few sunny days were cold.

Rain follow us all our trip, but it was good enough that it didn’t rain that much during our riding hours, and more during our sleeping. We woke up every day with a wet tent, which made everything a bit more complicated.

Snow was another partner in this trip, half of our journey was surrounded by white fields, but in several occasions we had really snowy days where it was really hard to ride. One day we got the brilliant idea of going off road in Lake District; it started to snow hard and we end up cycling over a fully white field, no idea about directions, without seeing anything more than a few meters away.

If rain and snow were not enough, we even got a gale against us when climbing a hill, followed by hailing.Ice rocks crashing against our faces while we trying to push the bicycles forward, we managed to hide behind a small refuge in the summit of the hill.

How we slept during our winter bicycle trip

No somos masoquistas, pero queríamos probar nuestra tienda de campaña, sacos de dormir y colchonetas en condiciones invernales. No le veo sentido alguno a pagar por poner tu tienda de campaña, por lo que hicimos lo que se conoce como wild camping o free camping, pusimos nuestra tienda de campaña allí donde pudiéramos sin pagar.

• La primera noche acabamos acampando en una reserva de agua, en un terreno público de acceso restringido. A la mañana nos despertaron los trabajadores con un “buenos días, pero vete de aquí”.
• La segunda noche pedimos permiso en una granja y acampamos en uno de sus terrenos.
• La tercera noche probamos el “knock, knock” de nuevo, esta vez en una casa, dormimos en su jardín y nos invitaron a desayunar y a darnos una ducha por la mañana.
• La cuarta noche, tras deambular por el Lake District y darnos cuenta de que en zonas tan turísticas era más complicado encontrar lugar donde poner la tienda de campaña, acabamos escondiéndonos en los terrenos de un caserío antiguo. Pusimos el despertador a las 6:30 y salimos de allí antes de que nadie nos viera.
• La quinta noche hicimos trampa. Era el cumpleaños de Ilze así que su regalo fue una noche en un Bed & Breakfast.
• La sexta noche pusimos la tienda de campaña en el lateral de un campo de fútbol. Escondidos junto a la caseta de los vestuarios.

Nuestra tienda de campaña respondió de maravilla incluso los días que llovió a cántaros y sopló un vendaval, nuestros sacos de dormir también se portaron genial, pero nuestras colchonetas -la única pieza del equipo que no es 4 estaciones- no terminaban de aislarnos del frío del suelo. Yo dormí genial, pero Ilze pasó frío. Esto nos llevó a cambiar de estrategia a partir del ecuador de nuestro viaje.

• La séptima noche nos encontrábamos en Alston, en mitad de las montañas, la temperatura mínima aquella noche era de -10 grados así que tras descubrir que la estación de tren estaba cerrada y que no podíamos pasar allí la noche, decidimos ir al albergue juvenil.
• Las 5 noches siguientes las pasamos en la casa de hosts de Warmshowers, el Couchsurfing del ciclista. Pese a escribir mensajes con menos de 24 horas de antelación no tuvimos problemas para encontrar gente que nos abriera las puertas de su casa, nos ofreciera cena y desayuno, y estuviera encantada de compartir experiencias viajeras.

La hospitalidad de los miembros de Warmshowers y el espíritu de sus integrantes nos recordó los mejores momentos de Couchsurfing, antes de que se convirtiera en algo tan global y masificado.

Gastos durante nuestro circuito por el centro de Inglaterra

Lo diré una vez más: ¡viajar es barato! ¡no hace falta ser rico para viajar durante largos periodos de tiempo! Por supuesto, ayuda, y si quieres comodidades extra y seguridad toca sacar la cartera; pero se puede viajar muy barato.

Durante nuestros 13 días de viaje en bicicleta, entre 2 personas gastamos un total de 120 libras (140€ al cambio). Una extrapolación al gasto mensual implicaría que no gastaríamos más de 300€ al mes, ¡no más de 150€ por persona y mes!

• Nuestro gasto principal fue la comida y bebida, gastando un total de 95 libras en dicho aspecto. El básico y fundamental. La mayor parte de nuestras compras fueron en supermercados, pero un día nos dimos un capricho y gastamos 19 libras en un restaurante. También gastamos más de la cuenta en cafés y cervezas en tabernas y cafeterías, no porque nos hiciera falta la bebida, sino porque era la excusa para pasar una hora en un lugar donde entrar en calor. En verano es otro gasto que nos habríamos ahorrado.
• El otro gasto fue la noche en el albergue, 25 libras por una habitación para dos personas. Hicimos uso de la cocina, del wifi para buscar hosts con Warmshowers para los siguientes días y de la lavadora para lavar toda nuestra ropa. La noche en el B&B no la cuento ya que fue mi regalo de cumpleaños para Ilze, y no es un gasto que habríamos hecho en otras condiciones, pero fueron 50 libras con desayuno.

Pese a viajar en un país caro como Inglaterra, y en condiciones de frío que te obligan a gastar más, nos las arreglamos para mantener nuestro presupuesto en los mínimos a los que estamos acostumbrados.

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