After exploring my own country from top to bottom, I booked flights to Europe. Landing in Frankfurt with my mountain bike I headed across the Rhein and followed the Mosel into France. I biked to a small town near Paris and then took a train into the city. it was 200 years since the revolution, the Eiffel Tower was lit from top to bottom in celebration. The elevator ride to the top is a real step back in time and the tower feels so much higher than it looks. On returning to my bike I headed south into the Massive Central. Snow followed me into the mountains so I caught another train back to Paris to explore more of the city. On my last night I missed my train, so spent it sleeping with the homeless outside Gare de Lyon. Back on the road I camped in some utterly jaw dropping locations along the Gorges de L'A'Ardèche, over Pont du Gard, and then Mont Ventoux before arriving at St Tropez for my birthday. The Gorges du Verdon is a stunning bike ride that leads to Chamonix and the Alps. Soon enough I was in Switzerland and some of the best cycle routes I'd come across. My bike started to fail here so I worked in a local bike shop for two weeks earning parts for a new bike. (or rather a much more substantial old bike) Fully kitted I headed north across the Black Forest to Frankfurt where I caught a train to Dover in England. I explored as far as Cornwall, and back to London via Stonehenge. Camping in the city proved to be great value for money. I caught a train to Glasgow and biked to Fort William and a Clan Cameron reunion. Explored the boarders and Edinburgh before zig-zagging back over the Peaks, Wales and back again through Cambridge and London to fly home.