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I kickstarted the journey accompanied by my father, who cycled with me for 10 days, before leaving me to continue onto Istanbul alone. I hope that anyone else looking to cycle London to Istanbul, or perhaps just part of the way across Europe, will find them helpful or interesting in some way.
Well, today went off to a good start! Me and my dad have arrived at our campsite, pitched the tent, and are enjoying a nice cup of coffee. I feel surprisingly good, despite having just cycled 80km. My bum, thighs and wrists are not happy. But today we crossed from England to France, meaning this bicycle tour has officially gone international. Arriving in France honestly felt very surreal; even managing to cycle from London to Dover felt like an achievement.
I also got an upgrade to the ferry premium lounge. France has been lovely so far; their D roads are quiet and make for good cycling. Our route today took us past a lot of British war memorials; we stopped to visit a few of them, and I was impressed by how beautifully maintained the French have kept them.
We also stopped for an hour or so in the town of Arras. It was a pretty little town, with a beautiful square where we sat to drink coffee. Up until now, the route through Northern France has been a bit uninspiring, but the scenery is beginning to pick up.