The journey begins...slightly more wobbly than expected

At the start of our cycling adventure both Matt and I were a little nervous, as we have not planned much further than thinking and convincing each other that it was a great idea. We felt a little comforted by the fact that through the windows of Gatwick terminal we saw our bikes being carefully loaded onto the plane, and we also watched from our seats as they were unpacked at Sardinia airport.

Unfortunatly for us, somewhere out of our watchful eye our prescious mode of transport received a battering. The "EasyWreck" airline we chose to fly with had mangled my front wheel. (If as a tourist you have felt everyone staring at you, then try walking through an airport with a broken bike). We thought that this should be easily fixed as the Italians like cycling...apparently they like God more. Well god bless them as they close every shop on a Sunday.



Matt's attempt to pick up a new wheel at a hypermarket failed, and he resorted to bashing it on the curb. He eventually fixed it to the point where it spun freely, yet very very wobbly. As a true gentleman ( or because he did not want to explain anything to my mother) he mounted the dodgy wheel on his bike and I got his good one.

Slowly and carefully we did make the 13km from the airport to the campsite, and eventually arrived about four hours later. As our thoughts had been so consumed with getting to our destination we had not realised that the closest food was in fact back in town. So Matt got back on his bike for another round trip, and picked up some well earned beers (which he truly deserved).

No really, this cycling trip was a great idea.