The night on the ferry was very good. I had a spot for my mattress right next to my seat and probably slept better than most of the others on the ship.
We arrived in Portsmouth at 7:30 and first thing I did was checking the next ferry to Isle of Wight because crossing this island would give me a better starting point to go north. Luckily there was one just 10 minutes after my arrival. But here I realized the first problem. The pounds I took out on Jersey are Jersey Pounds and are not excepted anywhere else. Why the heck does this tiny island need their own currency?? At least the Queen looks more happy on them. But luckily they accepted Visa for the ferry as well.
Portsmouth would have been worth a visit as well I guess but I wanted to go on. The ferry to Isle of Wight took just 30 minutes and the port on arrival looked pretty nice.
The weather was not the best but it was getting worse. Soon after leaving the town, the rain started and strong wind from the west followed. Then a bit further, I heard a strange sound in my rear wheel. There it was, my first spoke was broken.
It was completely twisted. I wonder what could have caused this. I didn’t have spare spokes with me because I thought that these very short spokes are basically indestructible. Learning by paying.. I guess. The wheel doesn’t have a big wobble yet but it needs to be fixed really soon anyway. Why do those things always happen on Sundays?
After this bad start of the day I took a long break at a busstopp.
But the rain didn’t stop so I went on. First I wanted to stop by at the castle in Newport but in this weather, I just kept on going. It was raining all the way to Yarmouth and no cycling roads anywhere. A lot of traffic and bad roads made this an unpleasant experience. I made it to the ferry at 13 o’clock and was looking forward to have more choices of roads again after arriving in Lymington. Isle of Wight looked pretty nice actually but I haven’t seen so much through the rain and these damn hedges alongside of the road.
Then I went into the Forest Park, which is a huge national park in this area. I tried some of the smaller paths and it was really nice with old trees but the roads are terrible for the recumbent.
I didn’t want to risk too much with a broken spoke so I went back to the main road. But this was hell! The car drivers here are worse than anything I have experienced up to now. Passing with 30cm distance? No problem. So it was gravel road/hiking path or road terror.
I was lucky to find an open bike store on the way. So I stopped to ask for new spokes. But after searching for a short enough spoke, they told me that these are very uncommon and probably hard to get anywhere. With these bad news, I went on. Maybe I will be lucky in a bigger city.
Later I found some smaller roads and planned to go to a camp site pretty close by. But this small road ended up at the freaking highway! With no possibility to cross. Only go left on the highway. So I had to go hiking for two kilometers to find a way under it. It was a really nice area but so hard to get through with a bike. This was so ridiculous that I was cursing the whole way. I ended up with a 15km detour through swamps and bad roads to get to a campsite 5km away on the road which was only interrupted by the highway. Then I arrived at the campsite, which was basically nothing but a patch of grass and a cheap shower, which cost 7 pounds.
So in total this day was just terrible and I am quite sure that I will shorten the trip.