I Would Walk 1000 Miles

One thousand flipping miles. Ask my feet. Just within the city limits of Utrecht this afternoon on a moderately boring stretch of the N237, my pedometer clicked over to show three miles. Added to the 997 other it had counted its way through, this hits the magic four-digit number. I won’t stop walking, though. With just Amsterdam, Ijmuiden and Newcastle to go (roughly 45 miles altogether) it’d be daft to stop now. And besides, I want to make sure I’ve definitely done the thousand, taking into account miscalculations, inaccuracies and the like. In the meantime, I’m settled in at Andrea’s with a cute bunny, a mad cat and two friendly flatmates. Tomorrow I get to see Esther again for the first time in many months. And for the record, in case nobody else has reached this conclusion yet: I ROCK!!! (See the magic moment in all it’s YouTubey goodness here)

I’m currently sat using Margreeth’s laptop to catch up on email and stuff, when I got a message from Celeste at Idealist.org. The Podcast I recorded with her while I was stopped in Geneva has just gone online. If you can bear to listen to me waffle on about Blue Dragon again then you can listen to it here.

Thanks time again! Tamara in Arnhem, Dagmar and her girlfriend Arianne in Nijmegen, Margreeth in Zeist - thank you all for accommodation, food and company. Celeste - thank you for the publicity!

Details of what I’ve seen and done over the last couple of days will be up on the Tour Blog very shortly.