Meeting People on the Road...

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jhawk

Veteran
Below is an article that I recently wrote on my website about the people I've met on the road. It answers a question that's oft-posed to me by my friends...

"How do you meet people?"

Is a question that I’m often asked by friends whenever I talk to them about the weird (we’re all a little strange, we enjoy riding bikes for dozens of miles a day!) and wonderful people that I’m meeting through bicycle touring. Recently, I’ve been meeting these people seemingly on a daily basis – twelve in the last two weeks! From those on short trips around the province (as was my encounter yesterday with two lovely people who I had breakfast with!) to those who have been around the world – people like Ed Wrigley, whose very well traveled indeed! He was on a tour from Oregon to Vancouver, across Canada then down to New York.

Often, I meet these people at places like Tim Hortons (it’s everyone’s favourite place in my small town!) I, too frequent it – they serve great French Vanilla latte’s and their muffins are delectable. I’ll often spot a touring bike parked outside as I’m pulling into the car park (it’s like I have a special glasses-implanted radar for them) Racks? Check. Panniers? Check. General dis-organisation? Check. I’ll go in and play ‘Spot the Cyclist’ – it’s easy, really. They’re either wearing a jersey, are typing furiously at a laptop or tablet, or are the most tired looking of everyone there!

I’ll go up and say, “Hi, are you the cyclist?” And the conversation flows from there…We chat for a while mostly about their current tour, where they’ve been previously, where they’re going next, distances-per-day food, budget – really anything I can think of to ask! They’re always pleasant and, since this is a frequent thing for them, most cyclists are happy to answer my questions. Then we’ll exchange email addresses, and I’ll either ride out with them for a few kilometres, or bid them adieu with a handshake and “Happy trails!”.

The internet, I must say, has made my job as a freelance writer one million times easier. I have met so many amazing and inspiring people because of it. Those that I don’t meet in Tim Hortons, I’ve met online. People such as Shirine Taylor (of A Wandering Nomad), or Derek Boocock (of Derek’s Bike Trip), or my crazy-insane-first-ever-interviewee, Iohan Gueorguiev (the Bike Wanderer). It’s simply a case of me finding them, as was the case with Shirine and Iohan, or them seeking me out – in Derek’s case. Although the number of people who tour by bicycle, as I’ve recently discovered is quite large – as one community, we’re a minority. Remember, “Sometimes those who wander, really are lost”.

But we all share a common goal, I think anyway – to see the world from the saddle. Or maybe it’s simply the love of riding a bike, or perhaps just travel – who knows. What matters is that we are able to connect with one another, and that’s the subject of this post – the interconnectivity of bicycle tourists, no matter how far apart we may be.

I gave a mention earlier to Iohan Gueorguiev, He’s a Bulgarian man who was my first ever interviewee. I found out that Iohan was going to cycle half-way across Canada – from Hamilton, Ontario to Halifax, Nova Scotia – IN THE WINTER. And I was ecstatic to see that his route would take him through my town of Richibucto. I had to meet this crazy guy on a bike! (How apt that I found him via a website of the same name!) I opened up the communicative channel – all thanks to GMail, and we conversed for about a month before we met on a cold February morning last year. Once again in (you guessed it), good ol’ Tim Hortons. We had coffee and chatted about his insane journey, and then I wished him well and waved him on his way! ‘This guy’s going places’ – I thought. And I was right, he’s currently cycling to Argentina from Alaska!

But it isn’t just through CGOAB that I’ve met and interviewed people. I’ve simply Google’d “bike tourists”, and that’s how I came across Shirine Taylor and was able to interview her via Skype. She, in a small guest house in Nepal, I – freezing my arse off in Richibucto, New Brunswick. That has since spawned an article, we’re now friends on Facebook and I am inspired every day by her thoughtful, concise and engaging blog posts – she takes some fantastic pictures, too! Bicycle touring also has it’s own Facebook group, and that has spawned a spin-off group called, “Bicycle Touring Websites” – which is a group that allows users to share posts from their sites and blogs, with the aim of increasing traffic to cyclists’ blogs/websites, and once again – connecting people.

The internet is full of fantastic communities where cyclists gather – nay, flock to – in many cases. There’s WarmShowers, CrazyGuyonaBike, the Facebook groups, Google Plus communities… The Twittersphere is ripe with everyone from recreational tourers to people who are doing rides for causes, to people doing fully-supported rides with bicycle touring organisations. The internet has provided me with the opportunity to meet up with and/or Skype with some of the most unique and interesting people. My most recent interviewee – Sophie Stirl, is a young woman from Germany, who is unicycling (yes, you read that right!) across Canada. The other week, I met a group of five riders who were on an end-of-University, last-hurrah, cross-country tour. I even got the opportunity to share a meal with them, and ride out with them the following morning. It was an amazing night – and not one that I’ll forget! The conversation was exciting, interesting and variety was the spice of it! We exchanged email addresses and friendships on Facebook and I’ve made a promise to visit every one of them next year – all except one, who will be in California.
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I guess I know where I’m off to after crossing Canada!

But it isn’t just the Internet… Sometimes it’s just pure inquisitiveness on my part, and willingness to open up, on theirs. Remember those two cyclists that I shared breakfast with? Well, I met them at Jardine Park, a local municipal campground. That same campground in fact, that I met Paul Newman – a fellow Englishman and cyclist who had crossed Canada in the summer of 2012. I simply recognised the English accent and thought – ‘Aha! One of my people – I must go and speak with that fellow!’ We remain friends and in communication today. He’s the one who started my whole interest in riding my bike across Canada. And now, here we are…

It’s quite remarkable, really… How we are all connected, despite the distances between us – whether they be hundreds of miles or thousands of miles. All of us, connected either by the internet, or by pure human inquisitiveness. All for the love of riding a bike from one destination to the next, from one town to the next. From one country to the next. What drives us all? Personally, it’s the people that I meet, the places I’ll go and the experiences I’ll have.

How do you guys meet people? Are you the sort of inquisitive folk?

Thanks for reading.

Jack.
 
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Fubar

Legendary Member
Hi Jack

Interesting article - I just think being on Cycle Chat and the people you meet and connections you make are great, an eclectic bunch of people from various backgrounds, all with a common hobby.

A group of us did a tour to Islay recently which was my first ever tour on a bike, I know that at various points we met other cyclists (roadies, recreational cyclists, tourers - one guy with a trailer and a box of beer strapped to it!) and had a chat, nodded to each other or just shared a knowing smile...

But the best bit was starting off the tour with relative strangers and ending it with firm friends, bonded through a shared experience.

Regards, Mark
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Being an armchair bound tourer by proxy isn't the same as getting out there and doing it for yourself Jack.

I tour because I want to experience countries and their cultures. Doing it by bike exposes me to the host countries' populations far better than it would by using motorised transport or public transport. I 'go native' whenever it's possible and abandon English the moment that I arrive in a non UK country. I don't broadcast details of my tours other than the date and place of arrival and to be honest I'd not be that receptive to being 'stalked' online.

Spontaneity is the driving force of my tours and I regularly and happily exchange quality conversation for less progress on the tour. This summer I cycled from Budapest to Belgrade and abandoned any notion of continuing beyond Belgrade because I'd swapped out many kilometres of cycling for 2-4 hour conversations. One afternoon and early evening at a Hungarian village fair where I was treated as an honoured guest and fed huge quantities of paprika fish soup and given litres of beer cost me a lot of kilometeres but I had a fantastic time with genial hosts.

I gained a much better insight into the effects of the break up of Yugoslavia at the end of last century on the ground than I could by reading about it. I had several salutary experiences in Croatia and Serbia and witnessed the physical, economic and social effects of armed conflict fifteen years after armed conflict had ceased.

This year's tour ended up being more of an educational event than a leisure experience and was in parts an emotionally intense affair with the most diverse range of encounters and experiences that I've ever had in eight years worth of European touring. Friends upon hearing my accounts of events untold here were taken aback by some of them as were some of the locals who had difficulty believing that I was touring solo and that I really wanted to be there and spend time talking to them. They were more accustomed to cycle tourers being in groups and keeping themselves to themselves or just sweeping through without stopping.
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
It's a funny old world - if you are friendly and speak to people, they tend to be friendly and speak back.

I have the added benefit of visually being an atypical cycle tourer and when combined with my tuxedo cycle shirt act as a magnet for the curious from all walks of life. This year I attracted the attention of the following amongst others:

  • The Hungarian police wanting to confirm that I was heading for Croatia
  • The Serbian police who were keen to establish that I'd used paid for accommodation and had not wild camped. I hadn't and I had but I wasn't giving the game away :thumbsup:
  • A Croatian university mathematics lecturer wanting to improve his conversational English
  • A female Hungarian national football coach who wanted to buy me beer and get to know me better :eek:
  • A highly qualified Montenegran marine engineer reduced to making painted wooden boxes for the tourist stalls at Belgrade fortress
  • Hospitable Hungarian villagers who plied me with food and drink for six hours
  • Croatians who were victims of post war Serbian hostility
  • Serbs who could not find employment in Croatia
  • A range of back packers who I broke when I shared a litre and a half of Unicum with them to supplement their tray of Polish beer that they shared with me in Budapest
  • A couple of backpackers in Vienna who underestimated their capacity for my absinthe and missed their coach to Prague through waking up two hours after it had departed.
  • A bar tender in Vukovar, the first city since WWII to be razed to the ground in armed conflict who cancelled my bar tab after four hours of drinking and conversation
  • A restaurant owner who introduced me to the diverse range of Hungarian spirits free of charge along with a frog leg meal when he discovered that my attempts to eat frog in France was defeated by circumstance when I cycled through the frog eating region of France.
  • A Serbian and Croatian pair of pensioners from the same who fought on opposing sides in the Croatian war of independence and who remained friends afterwards
  • A jovial Serb who pulled up and stopped his car to talk to a fellow adventurer - he truly was a kindred spirit
  • An unemployed South African accountant in Vienna who had turned his hand to making music videos and was greatful for my suggestions on how he could go about making a three foot diameter sphere from papier mache sphere for a special effect that he was hoping to create
I didn't have time to be lonely.
 

Bodhbh

Guru
tbh, I'm really not remotely an outgoing or talkative person - the last time I went on one of those happy-clappy jollies with personality tests, I got a 4/100 score in sociability....however, it is really really easy to get talking to people on tour. I'm quite happy sitting in a bar and watching the world go by, but I've certainly had zero problem meeting and chatting to other people, either locals or other travellers, and you'll simply get approached. Two things, I think:

i) you're on your own and easy to approach.
ii) a loaded bike attracts attention and is a ready made conversation piece.
 

summerdays

Cycling in the sun
Location
Bristol
I always notice people who look like they are touring and want to know their story, but usually they are moving so I don't find out. If they are stopped I have been know to chat to them. And I do chat to complete strangers when I'm out on the bike, I'm not sure why as I'm a shy personality in lots of situations but the bike gives me confidence. So far I can't imagine doing a solo tour such as the one @SatNavSaysStraightOn did a few weeks ago, (in my brain I want someone to share my explorations with), but maybe I will pluck up the courage to do so at some point.
 
Location
London
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  • The Serbian police who were keen to establish that I'd used paid for accommodation and had not wild camped. I hadn't and I had but I wasn't giving the game away :thumbsup:
.

I don't want to send the thread off topic but 2 quick questions vernon.

1: Is this a necessity in Serbia?

2: How did you square things?
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
I don't want to send the thread off topic but 2 quick questions vernon.

1: Is this a necessity in Serbia?

2: How did you square things?

1. I have no idea. The policeman seemed pretty keen that I should have been in a camp site or under a roof - I was in a war ravaged village that had no hotels, B&B or camp sites nearby - there wasn't much water on tap either judging by the number of folk coming to the stand pipe that I'd used to refill my water bottles.

2) I played dumb. :thumbsup:
 
Location
Midlands
I don't want to send the thread off topic but 2 quick questions vernon.

1: Is this a necessity in Serbia?

2: How did you square things?

I had the same experience leaving Croatia a few years back :sad:

  1. I was amazed that they had the capability to check these things on the computer
  2. luckily the computer system was not working :smile:
  3. after sitting on the kerb for 30minutes while they faffed about with it I found a receipt in the bottom of my office bag (I normally bin them immediately) for a camping I had stayed in for one night and honour was satisfied and they let me leave :smile:

ps - be careful when wild camping in Croatia - certain parts are still mined :sad:
 
Location
Midlands
As per @vernon post - I tour in a naive spirit of exploration - I like to have seen the good, the bad and the downright ugly - there is always people to talk to - either about where you are or where you are going - plus encounters with fellow travellers enroute
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
ps - be careful when wild camping in Croatia - certain parts are still mined :sad:

:eek: Now you tell me!

On reflection I was in Croatia when I got the 'grilling' I crossed the Danube into Serbia at Ilok without fuss.

The hostel owner in Belgrade made an issue out of telling me to carry her receipt for my stay when out and about in Belgrade and I have vague memories of reading about the need to carry proof of stays/receipts when travelling in Eastern Bloc countries a couple of decades ago. At the time, any notion of travelling to anywhere other than package holiday destinations didn't figure in my holiday plans.
 

raleighnut

Legendary Member
:eek: Now you tell me!

On reflection I was in Croatia when I got the 'grilling' I crossed the Danube into Serbia at Ilok without fuss.

The hostel owner in Belgrade made an issue out of telling me to carry her receipt for my stay when out and about in Belgrade and I have vague memories of reading about the need to carry proof of stays/receipts when travelling in Eastern Bloc countries a couple of decades ago. At the time, any notion of travelling to anywhere other than package holiday destinations didn't figure in my holiday plans.
Probably saves a night in the local gaol if picked up as a foreign vagrant :whistle: . After a few 'shots' of a mates genuine Absinthe (his idea to drink it like that, I quite liked the taste) I don't think English was my first language anymore :crazy:.
 
Location
London
I had the same experience leaving Croatia a few years back :sad:

  1. I was amazed that they had the capability to check these things on the computer

ps - be careful when wild camping in Croatia - certain parts are still mined :sad:

Isn't it possible that in reality they can't really? It would seem extraordinary if all stays were immediately tapped into a central computer. Could they just have been checking your personal details to see if you were on some sort of watch list? Or could they just have been bluffing/fancied killing some time while making you sweat? What would the penalty have been?


:eek: Now you tell me!

I have vague memories of reading about the need to carry proof of stays/receipts when travelling in Eastern Bloc countries a couple of decades ago. At the time, any notion of travelling to anywhere other than package holiday destinations didn't figure in my holiday plans.

Yes it was common - I travelled independently in communist Eastern Europe a fair bit. In Romania the accommodation prices were spectacularly rigged so I didn't go. And didn't want to anyway as I knew enough about Ceaușescu to not want to give him my money. Now is the time to visit Rumania I think - all good things come to those who wait.
 
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