Friday, 18 March 2011
We got a lot of rain when we were cycling around Iceland - it was the summer of '06, we were missing a heatwave in England, and a lot of the Icelanders were complaining that it was the worst weather in living memory. One day, however, as we were pottering down the east coast, the sun came out.
Now, Icelandic roads are probably designed more for snow than for heat - but I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to melt at 20°C, either. The part we were riding had only been resurfaced a year or two earlier, and oh, did it melt!
I had mountain bike tyres, which wasn't too bad, just a bit sticky. Andy had road tyres... and duly began to sink into the road. We kept needing to stop, pick up rocks, and scrape tar from the tyres and brakes. With hindsight, it's funny, but at the time it was a nightmare - it's not easy to get clean again when you're camping by the side of the road most nights.