Day 1, 380 miles and four countries down - UK, France, Belgium and Germany. Joy of joys it rained all the way to Dover and then in France as well. It turns out that my water proof trousers could probably be better described as water resistant, and not all that resistant at that. Not to worry, my crotch is just starting to dry out.

We are starting to understand each other's 'signs'. When Richard drags his feet along the road causing soarks to fly, it means his arse is numb and he'd like to stop for a rest. When I start unzipping my fly into the wind, it means I'd appreciate a comfort break.

Regardless, it was a smooth ride with no problems. Tonight we have hot showers, a restaurant dinner, and separate rooms with comfortable beds, all courtesy of the third musketeer - Mihir. Thanks.

Minor fact that proves the unpredictability of the trip: my leather belt which has served me faithfully for years, has broken inside my backpack. How??