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'Ard├Ęche, 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.