David Beckham Into The Unknown

This is not the sort of documentary I would usually enjoy but the link came from a motorcycling site and I downloaded and watched.

Beckham and two old friends fly to Brazil to get away from Beckham’s busy life and to find a few weeks of anonymity. And crucially for me – otherwise I wouldn’t be watching – for some of the journey they ride on nicely customised and hard core looking Triumphs.

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Whether you consider it interesting and enjoyable or not will depend on your interest in David. If you are a fan you will love it because you see plenty of his good looks and charming banter. From a strictly travel documentary angle it is not very penetrating. From a biking angle, its difficult not to see it in the same mould as the Long Way programs that also feature, and have much of their interest, in the celebs on board. But Beckham and friends’ riding style would make off-road gurus like Simon Pavey wince. There’s no standing on the pegs to be seen. Its more gun the throttle with legs splayed and hope for the best – probably how I would do it despite having watched the Touratech DVD on how they do it on the Dakar. Also there is very little branded motorcycle adventure wear on display, just a (very nicely designed) leather jacket, white t-shirt and jeans.

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As has been said before, David comes over as surprisingly normal and charming both in his (generously proportioned) home in London where we see warm interactions with his family, and out with his friends. Strangely his friends on at least one occasion seem to want to sabotage Beckham’s desire for anonymity. At the end he tells us how few new friends he has made since he became famous and that the next ‘day off’ in his diary is in six weeks time. Although presented clearly as time out for Beckham, I wonder how relaxing this was given the constant filming. I’ll be taking a bit more notice of him after seeing this.

This eloquent review says it all.

Now, where can I get some more tattoos?

Another icy ride


I wanted to get out even thought the temperature showed 4 degrees and there was an icy wind. This was a quick 25 mile blast to West Wratting and I came back with Bertha covered in the salt and shit from the wet roads.

A ride in the cold

The solution to Everytrail failure was to shell out the £15 for a licence for Adze. What the Everytrail web page did was to cleverly separate out the different active logs from the Current.gpx file that the GPS unit writes so that you can select the one you want to investigate and to share. Adze can read this file and show each active log that can then be exported as its own GPX file.

Today I braved the cold with so many layers of clothes I could barely move and my huge enduro boots that I haven’t worn for a while adding to a general stiffness. It wasn’t an inspired route but as Bertha was hard to start I am glad not to have left it any longer. I wish the garage had a power supply. Here is the route, 40 miles in all.

And now that I’ve worked out how to do it, here is another ride from just before Christmas, made from combining two separate logs.

Alternatives to Everytrail

Mysteriously Everytrail seemed to stop importing tracks from my Garmin a couple of months ago. I tweeted this a while back and got offers of help from the Garmin support people but when they realised that the problem was with a third party they said they coudln’t help. Emails to Everytrail’s so called helpdesk have not produced any response. GPS guru Geoff Jones has suggested TripTrack, a European equivalent and it even imports everything from Everytrail, so, as long as it really does embed these trips onto blog posts then I will use it. There should be one here:

That’s a hopeful start.

More talk about cameras

I have treated myself to a(nother) camera from Ebay, a Nikon D610 and from another source, a slightly old school 50mm f/1.4 lens. I only ever dreamed about lenses like that as a young teenage photographer with an East German SLR bought for me by my parents. At last, a full-frame camera again, the first since my faithful Pentax purchased in 1983 at the airport in Singapore on the way to my first visit to Australia which still mostly works (I mean the camera still mostly works – not Australia). The lens produces beautiful shallow depth of focus shots like this one:

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and it is almost indistinguishable in bulk from my current and soon to be sold small frame camera:

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Thames crossings cycle ride day 2

The second day of this ride did not start very auspiciously. I was awake most of the night with toothache – another story – and at 8 in the morning it was pouring with rain. As agreed though we walked up through the puddles to the cycle repair shop cum cafe  Look Mum No Hands and had breakfast of coffee croissant and some of their porridge which is never quite sweet enough for me but graced with fruit.

Mercifully by the time we had finished the rain had all but stopped, so with a supply of Ibuprufen along with a puncture repair kit we set off. We decided to delay the central London bridges for a sunday when the traffic would be quieter and start instead on nearby London Bridge going over south
then back north over Tower bridge

Once on the north bank going East you are slightly confused with a string of expensive estates butting onto the river and blocking a riverside path. You end up snaking through cobbled streets lined with impressive new buildings, beautifully restored wharfs and more estate agents offices than you could shake a stick at. Ah, so this is where Wapping is kept. Our plan was to take the scary (just do it to tick the box) Rotherhithe tunnel back south but somehow we missed it, heading towards Canary Wharf then going down the enjoyable Greenwich foot tunnel




These tunnels and lifts remind me of the Myst computer game, especially the domed entrances


I need to include a photo of Brompton:

So from the Cutty Sark its down by the Naval College to the Trafalgar pub that we’ve visited before. The drinks are ok but food is unremarkable.
After a light lunch of some meat, chunks of bread and a dish of mayonnaise we kept on eastwards toward the O2 dome near where we could catch the cable car over to the north bank.

Near where this ship was pouring concrete across a huge shute into a vast sandy building site

we came upon a man (from the north east) driving a mini. We asked how he managed to find himself in that impossible space where the only way in or out is via narrow footpaths. He said he arrived by boat and was looking for the way home. We did not think to ask him ‘which boat?’ After we left him we heard him ask someone on the building site the way out. They seemed as puzzled as we were. And as far as I know he may still be there, with his family back in Newcastle making the best of life without him.
Here’s the cable car:

It felt very cool just waving an Oyster card onto the gates to get into this exciting way of crossing the river. Usually I sleepily slam an Oyster card on the machine on those mornings when I go to work by tube. Warning for those who are afraid of heights! The cable cars are a long way off the ground. Strangely I hadn’t expected this so experienced some stomach-tightening moments of terror on the way up.

Here’s a view of the O2 and the Thames clipper that we caught home.
On the north bank again we crossed over the DLR and past the Tate and Lyle factory

to the Woolwich ferry. There are two boats constantly gong to and fro carrying a few foot passengers and mostly trucks and we saw three empty double deck busses queuing to go back north. One of the men working on the ferry showed us early morning pictures he’d taken of the Shard lit by a single shaft of light. Once back on the south we cycled around the corner to the entrance to the second foot tunnel, as the guide says, a longer and rather leaky crossing.



Because we weren’t going further down the river we redoubled our steps in the tunnel and set off on the Thames path back toward the O2 where we planned to jump on the river bus back to London Bridge and go home. Unfortunately the riverside path comes to an abrupt end half a mile from Woolwich and you are directed onto some busy roads on what’s labelled as the ‘interim’ path. You have to work out yourself how to get back down to the river which you can at the interesting Thames barrier.

By the highly visiterised barrier site is an interesting map of the complete course of the Thames which you can walk

Finally we caught the Thames Clipper home, with some dedicated bicycle racks (for only 4 or 6 bikes in total I think) at the back.
To state the obvious, the eastern stretches of the river feel very different to the area around Teddington and Richmond. its much more of a working river and you witness the huge amount of development still going on, particularly east of Greenwich.
The crossing we didn’t do was the Tilbury ferry. I think that will need its own trip, getting out there by train, perhaps by c2c from Fenchurch Street and then back from Gravesend station to St. Pancras. From Tilbury there are freight services to Gothenburg, one of the dwindling number of ferries to northern Europe. It even says they take passengers on special request – interesting.