Proving that if you run for long enough divine powers will be bestowed upon you, I've run across the channel and entered Northern Europe via the continent's biggest port; Rotterdam.

I can't say a lot about it because in reality I've never been there although I have visited my buddy Chris in Amsterdam many times, trawling the tiny bars in the city that you'll never know about unless you're with a local, usually after a gig at Melkweg or Paradiso.

Marathon training takes its toll on little pleasures like that and it's been a long time since I was last over there, babies have since appeared in his house. I'm hoping to make it sometime in the summer during a break in training between Edinburgh and Berlin.

In the meantime, the epic trek continues across Europe.