Makes me contemplate intrepid folk, Cal, and you've reminded me of my Dad. Taught me to read ordinance survey maps from about age seven
Cycled on his tod all around Ireland in 1934 at the age of 17 on an old bone shaker pushbike with 3 gears. He belonged to a cycle group in Northumberland at the time. They were a bunch of lads who would think nothing of cycling anywhere up to 100 miles a day on these heavy old bikes (when they weren't working or at school). Dad was living at home and working as a telegram boy at the time, think he'd saved his wages up to get the ferry over etc.
Don't know if he had any Irish road maps with him (can't ask him now, he died in 1994
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The hospitality of the Irish lived up to its legendary status, apparently.
Think he had a tent of some sort with him - would have very basic back then, might even have just been a bit of tarp! If he ended up somewhere remote when it was nearing dark he would just pitch up wherever he could find a flat spot - or a hedge! - but he was regularly offered a bed, or a space to sleep for the night by almost everyone he bumped into and got talking to on his travels. No Air b'n'b's back then and not many guesthouses or hotels either.
He was fed and watered by a lot of the locals too, even though many were dirt-poor farmers. Nearly always spuds, maybe some bacon and sometimes whatever vegetables they were growing for themselves. He said the generosity extended to him was overwhelming.
That was nearly 100 years ago, so obviously it's daft to compare with modern travel. But it does make me smile a little when everyone wants to be given the exact "pixel" they are going to end up parking on...
Constant bum-wiping has been on the rise for a while nowadays. Don't get me wrong, the technology is amazing and brilliant, it's just that we are sometimes a little too dependent on it. And if we ever lost access to it on a large scale, the words "stuffed" and "chaos" spring to mind...