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This is what a bag of clothes looks like, unpacked

Kit and Ting

It’s all go over here in my Stoke Newington Bat Cave/shared rented flat. In the last week, there have been tears, tantrums, cider and quite a lot of questions about what type of tyre Beyonce has – the answer to which, alas, I do not know.

This week, instead of the relatively important task of planning my route for the first couple of days (how am I in a position that I know my route for almost the ENTIRE journey, bar the first couple of days?), I’ve been doing things like: writing things for other people about how women are undervalued in society and stroking my chin. I’ve been stroking my chin so much, I actually don’t know how people find the time to have real jobs.

When I wasn’t stroking my chin and buying more vegetables than I can feasibly eat in three days I was, as above, crying etc. I was also putting things in a holdall, trying to lift it, then crying some more when I thought about those jeffing mountains. Now, sitting in the abject chaos of my bedroom writing this, acutely aware that I need to wash my hair before I go and drink with my pals until I cry again, the question I ask myself is: WHY? WHY DO YOU KEEP COMMITTING MYSELF TO DOING STUPID THINGS? I digress.

So, for those of you with an interest in the type of tyre Beyonce has, I still can’t tell you, but here’s a list of the other shiz I’ll be cycling up a mountain with very, very soon.

 

Bike & Bits

Beyonce (she’s a Specialized Dolce)

Comedy horn, generously donated by my handsome prince, John Dinnewell.

2 x Ortlieb rear panniers (courtesy of Lyon Outdoor)

1 x Handlebar bag (courtesy of Lyon Outdoor)

Chain lock

 

This is what a bag of clothes looks like, unpacked

This is what a bag of clothes looks like, unpacked

Repair Kit (partially lovingly provided by Bella Velo)

2 x Inner tubes

Puncture repair kit

Multi tool

Spare cables

Cable ties

Gaffer tape

Pump

Swiss army knife (technically not for repairs but incongruous in any other list)

 

This is what some cycling kit looks like, unpacked

This is what some cycling kit looks like, unpacked

Cycling Kit (all lovingly provided by Specialized & Bella Velo)

Helmet

Specialized jersey & shorts

Bella Velo jersey & shorts

Specialized jacket

Pair of Specialized armwarmers

Pair of Specialized warm gloves

Pair of Specialized cycling shoes

 

Fitness Wear (all lovingly provided by Vevie Active)

This is what a flash bikini & other bits look like, unpacked

This is what a flash bikini & other bits look like, unpacked

Bikini

Long leggings

Hoodie

Brooks running trainers

 

Other clothes & bits

Journal (it’s sparkly)

Maps

Generic toiletries stuff & bit of the old war paint

First aid kit

Undies

Lightweight sundress

Shorts

Hareem pants

Cardigan

3 x vests

 

This is what camping and other stuff looks like, unpacked

This is what camping and other stuff looks like, unpacked

Camping

Tent

Sleeping bag

Self-inflating mattress

Tarp

Bungee ropes

 

 

 

 

Electric Shiz

Phone

Sony Action Cam HDR-AS 100 V (lovingly provided by Sony)

External hard drive

Tablet

Battery pack

 

So there you have it. If you think I’ve missed anything vital, you’ve got approximately 12 hours to tell me. GO!

 

 

 

 

 

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