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#77: Pompeii’s Cooler Cousin – Herculaneum
Herculaneum is like Pompeii, but better. And I don’t say that lightly, because Pompeii has an excellent PR team and centuries of momentum behind it. This, however, is smaller, quieter, and far more intimate. Think: less “tourist spectacle” and more “oh, someone actually lived here.” You can peer into houses and imagine hearing arguments about… Read more
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#76: All Roads Lead to (One Busy Day in) Rome
We started obscenely early. Leaving our bike where it was, we hopped onto the bus into the city, and arrived while Rome was still asleep. We were deposited at Campo Marzio just as the city began to glow. By 6am the light had turned honeyed, brushing the buildings with gold as Rome itself stretched awake… Read more
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#74: From Barcelona to the Boot: One Long Day Across the Med
There’s something timelessly brilliant about waking up on a boat to watch the sun rise over the Mediterranean. It was early – too early by any sensible measure – but worth it. The sea was calm, the sky turned a soft apricot-pink colour, and for a few quiet moments, it felt like we were adrift… Read more
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#73: Barcelona: from Mountains, through Madness to a Mediterranean Escape.
We left La Vall de Boí bathed in that kind of early morning golden light that makes you question every decision that involves not living permanently in a remote Catalan valley surrounded by goats and silence. But alas, the road was calling (again!) and so off we went, back into the mountains like moths to… Read more
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#72: Through La Vall de Boí, Catalonia: Badgers, Eagles, and Some Much-Needed Sleep
The morning kicked off yet again with the best of intentions: an early run up a mountain. There’s something about being in the mountains that makes you think, today could be the day. We can once again be those people who runs up a mountain just because. So, we did. We ran, I puffed, and… Read more
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#71: Into the Pyrénées 🏔️
We had fully intended to go for a run this morning. I was practically in my trainers – well, mentally. But the only thing my body managed to do with conviction was refuse to move. So, run postponed (indefinitely), we packed up our belongings in what could only be described as mild chaos, tetris-ed them… Read more
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