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London is spooky. I arrived in style at 8:30am on a weekday to a throng of rush hour traffic. Strange the buzz you get from so much wasted energy – people dashing left and right. I’m used to having the road to myself, and then maybe a few french peasants cook me a leisurely meal

So I made it from the Med to the English Channel (or The Channel as the french call it). Without petrol or gas or trains or anything. Under my own steam, powered by food. Some days I had four Mars bars in addition to the other five meals. But I made it, mainly in one