Callum Barrack with a big clean f/s ollie. Sibbarp, Sweden

Its amazing what you can find washed up on the beach. Haydn Morgan, Stonehaven

D.I.Y skatespots for life.

Callum Barrack with a big dirty f/s ollie. D.I.Y Berlin.

In progress. D.I.Y A'deen

Pigeon Post

Pigeon chillin' in Lisbon, Portugal.

Some people say that a bird dropping its excrement on you is a sign of good luck.

Man with his fortune teller. Istanbul, Turkey.

What about a chicken picking your fortune for you? To be honest, I'm not so sure. This post is a direct result of a little sky rat deciding to bless my cranium with its unwanted only a couple days ago. 

I actually do feel lucky at the moment.

Inspiration from a Chicken Kicker.

Copenhagen tae Berlin on bicycles

Day One.

After deciding that we was NOT gonna post our bike bags south to the German Capital we carefully bungeed our essentials on to the rear of our two-wheelers. Found 'route master' Rasmus at his homestead and swiftly got our mission underway. The departure from Copenhagen was mellow but yet slightly worrying as a bungee came lose and decided to wedge itself in my rear gears. Causing a somewhat hairy moment and as i had only just replaced a whole new bottom bracket,crank and sprocket with courtesy of British Airways baggage handlers, I was not overly confident that this was gonna be uneventful trip.We made our way to a wee place just south of Cph called Køge where we stopped for a wee 'roll aboot'.

Efter we had exerted ourselves with skating the mini we decided to make heading toward Vordingborg. Upon arrival we soon discover that this was 'Brian" central, 'Brian' being what we would call a Ned or Chav. They were everywhere. Also whilst cycling into the city centre we witnessed a dog pulling a intoxicated middle aged fool from his bike to face. Allowing a dog to pull you on a bicycle is just plain lazy and apparently not a great idea. After we spent more than enough time in Vordingborg we made way to a small place named Gåbense where we decided to pitch our tents whilst being plagued by mosquitos. Tents pitched and bitten to death we treated ourselves to a wee BBQ and discussed how bloody sketchy the bridge we had just crossed was.

Night night and it was end of Day one...

Day Two.

An early start and baked beans was to be a sure bet to get us through the day... We also stopped to watch some local fisherman at work next to where we had been camping.

After we had got all our luggage reattached we missioned it to Stubbekøbing where we chilled, ate some grub and watched the ferry roll in. The roads en route to Stubbekøbing were unbelievably straight. Which you think would be great, but believe me its not that great. It only makes the cycle so damn tedious.

          

Once fed and watered it was off again to Gedser to catch the ferry to Rostock, Germany. When we arrived in Gedser we had just missed a ferry so we had a 2 hour rest before the ferry arrived. Eventually arrived in Rostock around 9pm then spent around 2 hours trying to navigate our weary bodies to the city centre to find some sort of resting place. We settled to get a hostel in the city so we could shower.

End of Day Two.

Day 3

We got an early start and pedalled oor wee herts oot til we got down to a place called 'Schwaan" and got extremely disorientated and got lost for some time on dirt roads whilst getting chewed alive by what I thought were horse flies.Had to push our two wheelers across the sandy roads as the bikes were not up for going through the fine sandy paths. absolute nightmare. Headed on to 'Gustrow' once we got our bearings eat there then onward to a wee campsite in 'Krakow an see'.

The road into 'Krakow an see'

A dog in 'Gustrow', Germany

Routemaster 




Day 4


Wake up for a swim in the lake at the campsite,pack up and leave for Anchorshavn. Yet again we are greeted by a maze of sandy roads and cobbled town roads. so brutal. this was probably the hardest day on the road for sure. when your tired, the sun is beating down and you cant cycle because your bike simply wont go through mountains of sand it certainly takes its toll after a few miles. we eventually get down to a place called 'Blankenfoerde" where we decide to pitch the tents at some rather peculiar campsite. this place will stand out in my mind for the rest of my life for sure. Nudest camp with hens,cats,goats and all other sorts walking around.rad.

Day 5

Id like to show you so many photos from this day but i actually don't think i have any. ha ha. to cut a long story short we absolutely missioned our bodies to cycle from Blankenfoerde to Berlin this day... we tackled some pretty fast roads with loads of crazy german bastards on em. never feared for my life as much as i have on this day! apparently the Autobahns ain't the only roads the Germans like to go fast on, with overtaking techniques that i can only imagine would challenge that of places like Cairo. mental. Hold on got couple pics for ye. Day 5 done and dusted. thats all folks.

This is where it was fun.

This is where is was not fun.

This is where we got to. Berlin, Germany and the sleeping place of our companions for the last 5 days.




Callum Barrack, Rasmus 'Routemaster' Bønnelykke & Gareth Costello would like to thank everyone who has kindy sponsored us on this little journey. It is very much appreiated and to let you know we have raised over 1800 bucks for 'MacMillan Cancer Support'. 


Thank You