Cathryn said:She was neither shy not knackered! She was avoiding the dodgy American bloke.
Or worse still the dodgy long-haired bloke


Of the two I met cycling, one was German, one English. In the Youth Hostels I came across a few walkers and a single mum and son. The English girl was riding a three gear sit up and beg. It was hard not to talk to her and we ended up cycling together all day. I think most are quite willing to chat provided you don't come across as some freaky loon bag.