After a 120km day on the bike we were looking for a quiet spot to camp, it started raining and our options were not looking good. We were tired and exhausted and just wanted to set up for the night. Then down the side of a hill we spotted a small path blocked by a gate. We made our way around the gate and followed the path, it led to an old cathedral. The view from the cathedral was nothing short of amazing, on the horizon we had the glowing  lights of Athens and right before us was the remains of an old cruise ship lying on its side. We pitched our tents, got a camp fire going to warm us up and soaked up the surreal view infront of us. Tomorrow we cycle into the city of Athens.

I had no expectations for Albania, upon entering the country I had no idea what I would see or what it would be like. Cycling through the middle of the country turned out to be an amazing experience, for days we were completely surrounded by huge snow-capped mountains. Riding up some of the steep ones was not so much fun, but the epic views made it bearable.

What to do when sitting around the camp fire out the front of your very own abandoned mansion? Play with some light! As a tribute to Dennis Smith’s Ball of Light photography we took our head torches, some rope and started swinging. Clint made the orb’s whilst I drove the camera, although not the most perfect of spheres I think it’s alright for a first attempt. We had fun shooting the photographs and that’s what it’s all about!

The Bridge of Tiberius is a Roman bridge spanning the river Marecchia in Rimini, Italy. It was completed in 20AD under the rule of Emperor Tiberius and is a symbol of strength and longevity having survived multiple attempts of its destruction during the war. As the sun set on the far side of the bridge the warm light caught the inside of the arches, added to the reflection from the river it created some beautiful golden rings.

Just out out of Piacenza in northern Italy we camped in an abandoned farmhouse for the night. We did some exploring, pulling back the door to the barn we came across an old Opel car. It had seen better days, the exterior was weathered and become home to a community of pigeons. The interior and engine bay however were in immaculate condition. From what we could figure out from the registration papers the car had been sitting in this barn for about 20 years. I think with a little elbow grease the car would have started.

The old port of Marseille is a natural harbour in the historic centre of the city. Settled around 600BC the port became a major trading hub for the region. As the sun sets the port starts to glow, the lights of Notre Dame de la Garde illuminate the basilica which overlooks the old port. Fisherman return with the days haul of fresh fish and the local bars and restaurants come to life creating a lively atmosphere.