Miles. Hours. Riding.

We never thought on to bring a cycle computer to even give us a rough idea of how many miles we did but it was definatley alot. We just kept on pedalling for hours on end. It wasn't that hard, Holland was as flat as a pancake and the cycle paths were all so smooth but after a few hours riding with a backpack on it would become uncomfortable. The weight would pin your arse into the saddle. Not once did any of us moan about the riding it would just mean we'd stop for a drink, some sort of cheese pastry or a lie down.