
The Transcontinental is a single stage race in which the clock never stops. Riders plan, research and navigate their own course and choose when and where to rest. They take only what they can carry and consume only what they can find. Four mandatory control points guide their route and ensure a healthy amount of climbing to reach some of cycling’s most beautiful and historic monuments. This year the race started at the Roubaix velodrome in France and finished on the Asian side of the city of Istanbul.
Here’s an extract from Daryl’s blog of his adventure. You can read more here: Turkey #TCRNo10, July 2024 – Tales from the Saddle (wordpress.com)
Part One: Turkey
We landed on the island of Lesvos at around 11:00 local time with a ferry port only 8km away. So, we had plenty of time to build the bikes, and get used to the massive temperature difference, a scorching 370C after leaving the UK at about 150C. The ferry to Turkey was busy and took about 90 minutes, dropping us at the Turkish border control where we slipped out into Turkish traffic.
We woke up on the 25th July with two days to cover the 240km to Çanakkale so we could arrive by Friday 27th July, ready to start work at 04:00 on the 28th July.
The first day we set off with the intention of using secondary roads to avoid traffic. That was a big mistake as most secondary roads are just gravel, mud or very badly maintained cobbles. By mid-day we had already swapped to main highways where possible, and to be honest they were mainly traffic free.
On day two, on a long uphill stretch, Michiel disappeared from sight, and when I got to the left junction we were supposed to take he was nowhere to be seen. I assumed he had turned left, and I tried to chase him down. After 10km I realised he must have gone straight on at the last junction and not having any phone connection, the only thing left to do was stick to the route I knew until I reach the hotel in Çanakkale.
When I got to the hotel there was sign of Michiel, but he arrived 20 minutes later. We had learned a lesson about keeping within sight of each other all the time. If anything serious had happened to either of us we would have had no way of letting the other know.
This hotel would be our base now until the 4th August, when the control point, CP4, would close.
We had a couple of days when the timing worked for us, and we were able to get rides in locally. We wanted to visit ANZAC Cove on the European side of the Dardanelles Strait. Edging along the coast we eventually came to the memorials and site of the battle for Gallipoli in WW1. It was a very thought-provoking ride, seeing the battle ground these people fought on and the number of tributes to troops from this time.
At 23:59 EST on 4th August we closed Control Point 4 having stamped only 165 of the 300+ starters cards, all of whom went on to complete the event. However, adjustments have been made since then regarding the use of banned roads and unofficial assistance, so the finishers list is much smaller.
By 06:30 on the 4th August Michiel and I were heading for the 07:00 ferry into Europe in order to ride the north side of the Dardanelles heading north into Turkey and our journey back from Asia to Leicestershire. We didn’t know what was to come, but we were excited about the prospect.
To be continued………..
Remember you can read a full account here: Turkey #TCRNo10, July 2024 – Tales from the Saddle (wordpress.com)
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