Tag: Retirement

  • Rio – first impressions

    Rio – first impressions

    We all have a view of what to expect in Rio, but is it really like that?

    Panoramic view of Copacaban beach looking north

    First stage of our South American adventure is a little stopover in Rio de Janeiro. It is a vast city, so the first challenge is where to stay.

    To be honest that one is easy thanks to Barry Manilow singing about the Copacabana Beach all those years ago, so we headed there, which is the main tourist zone, but also has a big contingent of locals at the weekend enjoying their city.

    A hand holding a bottle of Corona beer in front of a beach scene with sunbathers and a food cart in Rio de Janeiro.

    We did a really good city tour which I will blog separately, these were my first impressions of a city that I had wanted to visit all my life.https://rareadventures.uk/2025/11/04/rio-in-a-day/

    The beaches

    The famous beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema are right next door to each other, are both 4.5km long and only separated by a small headland.  Ipanema is golden sand whilst on Copacabana there is white sugary sand and both make for great walks to enjoy the beach life.

    Ipabema beach looking south

    There is something incredibly exciting about making it to these world famous beaches but in truth, they are similar to any Spanish costa, with high rise apartments on one side, and endless beach side cafes to sit and enjoy a coffee, beer or cocktail. They are famous for the beach football, volleyball and surfing and there is plenty of each, but the surfing is a bit overrated to be honest, I didn’t bother going in it was that average.

    I[pabenema beach looking north

    The city environment

    Rio itself is not a beautiful city. It is set amongst steep, jungle covered mountains which give it a natural green beauty, but the human contribution has turned the valleys and plains into a concrete jungle of old concrete high rise buildings that have had no sympathy for the colonial history and generally overwhelm the older buildings. Probably the highlight of this is the modern Catholic cathedral, it would be hard to find an uglier building.

    Rio Catholic cathedral

    The massive natural harbour is one of the wonders of the world and as you move around the city there are numerous beaches in each of the suburbs. Having done a tour of the city, I can’t think of any reason why anyone would want to stay anywhere other than on one of the famous beaches, or near it if your budget is a bit tight. It is a very busy city, with traffic jams everywhere and I can’t imagine having much fun in the other suburbs.

    The Weather

    A big surprise was the weather, when we were doing our checks, it was consistently sunny and 30c.  Our first day was overcast and turned into heavy rain, thunder and lightning, second day lots more rain and thick fog, third day we had clear blue sky and sunshine, so we have 4 seasons in 3 days, the only thing we didn’t get was snow.  I guess there is a reason why the whole area is jungle, it gets lots of rain!

    Heavy rain in Rio

    Luckily, we scheduled our city tour on the wettest day, but in hindsight this was probably a bit of luck, as we were able to enjoy the beaches when the sun was out.

    Language

    Having spent 2 weeks plugging away with Duolingo to learn some Spanish in preparation for Argentina, it was deeply disappointing to note that the Brazilians didn’t respond to my attempts at being friendly in Spanish. Now I do realise they speak Portuguese, but there are enough similarities to be civil.

    I then realised that most Brazilians don’t speak anything but their own version of Portuguese, no Spanish at all (maybe on principle!), and they don’t speak English either, so the early exchanges in the beach bars and shops of the Copacabana were very hard work, which really surprised me bearing in mind it is such an attraction for visitors.

    Global Cities

    If I had to compare Rio with one city it would be Sydney, with the beautify harbour and beaches and a population that loves the outdoor life.

    Sunday morning on Ipabena beach

    A few years ago, I concluded that there are some cities in the world that are very different to the rest of that country. 

    The first time I noticed it was on the US, where New York stands apart, Los Angeles was nothing like the rest of the US or New York, similar if you travel to Australia then Sydney is totally different to the rest of the country and London is the same.  

    The difference with London is that it is also the capital city, unlike the others. I put Rio into this category, as a global city, where people flock to experience that individual vibe.

    In all those cities, you can stand and watch herds of people passing by and it is difficult to spot what race that country is. In Rio there is such diversity in the population that you couldn’t say “That is a Brazilian”.

    Ipabena beach on Sunday morning

    The food

    First impressions were pretty good from the beach front bars at Copacabana with lots of fish and steak with unusual sauces and tastes.

    On the city tour we had a Brazilian BBQ which involves eating as much meat as you can. We were lucky enough to stumble out of a rain storm into a restaurant in Ipanema called Bodega Belmonte which was a really authentic dining experience and we had a great afternoon eating and avoiding the rain.

    Botega Belmont

    So, our tour of South America is up and running with a great start in Rio, one of my life ambitions achieved.

    Rod Sowden in Rio
  • Tips for a Successful Trip to Les Gets Bike Park

    Tips for a Successful Trip to Les Gets Bike Park

    I always look forward to the next trip to the Les Gets Bike Park, hot sunny days, hard baked berms and swooping down through the trees. The drive from Morillon is about 30 minutes so I needed to pack the bike into the back of the car and get all my stuff together.

    The last trip to Les Gets was good but didn’t quite go according to plan thanks to the ever present Gremlins in my life. I had planned to video the runs for the YouTube channel so that people planning to visit could get a little insight into what awaited them.

    top of Les Gets bike park

    Last time I arrived at Les Gets I put the bike together and got to the top of the Chavannes Express lift, only to discover that the battery in my Go Pro camera was flat. I decided to go back down and try and buy a battery, which wasted an hour and produced no new battery. I had a great day on the bike but no YouTube content, even worse, I had a crash and smashed the camera mount anyway, so that was the end of that.

    I wasn’t going to make the same mistake this time, double checked all the gear and packed it into my rucksack, packed the bike, made sure I had all the tools and repair kits, and off I went. In the underground car park I assembled the bike, put all the gear on and the last job was to attach the Go Pro. To my absolute horror the little bolt that attaches the camera to the mounting wasn’t there, how could that be?

    View from the Triple 8 run

    Gremlin attack

    I had used it on the previous day on the Morillon runs, it couldn’t have disappeared from the mount, but it had. I searched the car, all the bags but nope, it wasn’t there. That meant it must have come off back in the garage and I had a spare in the apartment, but it meant a 1 hour round trip, that damned Gremlin. I didn’t bother stripping off padding, just jumped in the car and high tailed it back to Morillon, thank God for air conditioning and the patience of my wife to listen to my woes.

    Just over 1 hour later, I was back in the same car parking bay, in exactly the same position I had been before but this time the camera was attached the bike, and I was ready to. I wasted no time getting out of there and up on the Chavanne Express lift for the first run and to make up for the hour I had wasted.

    Some of you may have read the blog about my winter season in the Alps, when, after 65 years, I had concluded that quite randomly, I would have a quite irrational approach to risky situations at times, in fact I concluded I had a personal Gremlin living in my head that was trying to kill me.

    View from La Nauchets lift, Les Gets

    Risk Aversion

    In response, I had decided that for my summer season mountain biking I needed to be a bit more grown up. Unlike snowboarding which happens in the ski area near our apartment, I had to drive to the bike parks so if I got injured, I would not only have the problem getting me down with not help, but getting the car home car as well, something as simple as a dislocated shoulder would be a disaster.

    I made a rule, not just a promise, that I would only do blue runs, they are hairy enough at times and I still have crashed on them. However, as I had done most of them before. I knew where most of the dangers lay, so that is why the videos supporting this story are of the blue runs, for once in my life, I stuck to my rule.

    The ride up on the Chavannes Express took me over the jump park and the Foue Libre trail, which is the run home, not only that, but you also get glimpses of some hairy looking black trails lurking in the woods. When I arrived out at the top of the Chavannes Express, I was ready for action and unhindered by mates.

    Les Gets bike park top section

    On previous trips my mates, notably The Chemist and The Mechanic have accompanied me. Despite explaining the routes to them they either shoot off in the wrong direction or just shoot off anyway and I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to work out where they have gone. When I eventually find them, they are normally going on about a Strava time rather than the hassle they have caused me, I have even found them in the undergrowth after crashes.

    I checked the camera, and everything was working so it was time to go. At the top of this lift you can head back into Les Gets, head round the mountain to Morzine or head over to the Nauchets chair lift that takes you up to top of the mountain and the really steep runs, naturally I headed to the Nauchets lift.

    For the story of the runs and videos of the trails, can be found in my next blog

  • From Business Owner to Adventurer: A Retirement Story

    From Business Owner to Adventurer: A Retirement Story

    The challenges of letting go and embracing freedom

    Being retired isn’t so easy when you have owned your own business for 23 years, and spent most of them hunting clients, delivering assignments under pressure whilst keeping the company together. So, in effect, when I declared that “I am done”, that was the start of the process.

    After my daughter’s wedding, I was good to my word, I jumped in my VW Camper and headed to off-grid to the Highlands of Scotland with my dog Tess as company.  Wooksie (my wife) asked how long I would be gone for, “more than a week, but less than 3”, and that was about as much planning as I had done. The trip to Scotland is a separate blog, but for here, I was gone 10 days, rejoiced in the freedom but eventually got bored with nothingness and made my way home.

    The camper van and dog at Loch Lomond, freedom

    I had been delivering a company strategy over the previous 5 years that moved all our services to digital online solutions depending on face-to-face service, this development work helped us through Covid and gave us a way out. We had reached a point 2 years previous where the change was done and in effect, we could deliver our services from anywhere in the world, we just needed a laptop to manage the whole thing. As I explained to Wooksie, we can now live on a yacht in the Bahamas, login every day to deal with requests and put our feet up.

    At this point Wooksie pointed out that she doesn’t like yachts, the sea or the sun as she is a red head. This was the start of the first unexpected issue, my business partner of 23 years, who often complained she hated the job and wanted to leave, but who happened to be 12 years younger than me pointed out she wasn’t ready to retire.  

    Boom I didn’t see that one coming, I had a vision for a retirement full of fun, adventure and travel which wasn’t shared.  I had always had this exit plan that we could have a business that would essentially run itself with minimal input from ourselves but give us an income, this was now seriously under threat.

    This came as a real shock, but slowly we worked out how to make it work. The company would keep running to allow for a gradual transition as the hard-earned client based slowly withered. As I wouldn’t be doing the sales, account management and service development demand would inevitably drop off, which it did. This seemed a solution that worked for everyone, including the staff, as the last one was happy to retire in that timescale.

    The first year was hard in other ways as well. I struggled to say, “I’m retired”, so when offers of work came in, I found it really hard to turn them away, as money is money and habits of a lifetime don’t change overnight.

    Talking to others that had taken retirement from employment, they seemed to have different issues, but these helped me understand my challenges. If you go into work for an employer everyday of your life, when you stop work, you are faced with a void – suddenly you don’t have to get up, go into work or get on with your task list or routine. I’ve noticed these people seem to drift back into full time or part time jobs as they struggle to fill the void.

    When you own and run a business, it is different, you live that business 24 hours a day, clients, staff, finances, suppliers, payment is in your head 24 all the time, and you are the escalation point for everything, so saying you are retired doesn’t change much. What does change is that your energy and ambition is no longer driving the business forward with an eye on the strategic challenges and opportunities, but this takes time to take effect.

    The challenge for me was that I wanted this stuff out of my head as I had mentally moved on and opened a new chapter in my life, but the business was sucking me back in. We also faced a number of unexpected challenges from government bodies that undermined the 5 years of investment in that business model and the services we had developed, which was hugely frustrating for me and our customers but helped with marking the end for the team, the company was over.

    To be honest, in that first year of supposed retirement the company were hit by these unexpected missiles, we might even have decided to call it a day anyway. A number of our competitors of 20 years did make that decision, but it was a tough year for all of us, and we found a way though as we always do.

    It wasn’t just work that was changing, at home we had one daughter heading into her last year at university and youngest son had just finished A levels and was heading for university.  There was a lot of disruption at home too, this isn’t the normal retirement scenario for most people, having 2 kids at university and having to shut down a business!

    By the end of summer, Wooksie had warmed to the idea of less work, but not enough to consider living on a yacht in the Bahamas.  As a way of marking the start of a new era, she came up with the idea of doing the Inca Trail in Peru (BBC’s Race Round the World helped a lot with the transition !), this was something we had planned 20 years early but pregnancy put an end to that, So 5 days after youngest son went to Liverpool Uni, we were on a flight to Peru to open our new chapter.  It was great trip, but not without incidents that will be part of the travel blog in due course.

    Lake Titicaca islands

    The real benefit was that it started to draw a line under being the dedicated business owners and always on tap parents, though mobile phones still worked in Peru 😊.

    Even though I was trying to stop working, I settled for “running down” as I was back in the office 2 or 3 days a week, but I did offload the baggage of “attendancism”,  and moved to a “work to live” mode rather than a “live to work” mode.

    This worked, I continued delivering limited client assignments to keep the company accounts in good shape and in truth, when winter came along, I was glad of the company of the team. I’d go to the gym or meet a mate for coffee, but head to the office to help and have a chat with the girls.

    The first year ended the following April undertaking a progress review for a client. This was a review of recommendations I had made 18 months earlier that had been reported to the top-level board in that organisation. The board approved the report and funded the implementation of the recommendations.

    My review was to check on progress with the consultancy that had been given the task of delivering our recommendations.  What became evident was that hardly any progress had been made, in fact, they had implemented things we had said should NOT happen.

    At a workshop, I asked the group, “did any of you actually read my report and recommendations”. there was silence. Millions had been spent on this consultancy to implement our recommendations, and, they did what they thought should happen not what they were commissioned to do, and the things they implemented were the things that had repeatedly failed in the past.

    At this point, I was completely exasperated. I honestly concluded I was wasting my life doing this sort of work when I could have been out having fun, the money was obviously nice but most of it goes on tax anyway, so what was the point.

    12 months on from “I’m done”, I had another big moment where I realised my hunger for money was gone as well, and I didn’t want to waste my time advising people who were going to ignore me. I now really wanted to get on with my next chapter.

    I discussed this with my old friend Ugly Bloke in May; he had managed his transition at a much younger age and was a good sounding board for me. He didn’t believe that I was going to call it a day, so I wrote down some promises about what I would and wouldn’t do in the next 12 months, because I still did have obligations to the team. He looked after the notes on a napkin and The Ugly Bloke commitments proved very powerful when I had a big decision to make in the next year.

    Lessons from the first year

    So, what are my conclusions from that first year:

    • You can’t just walk away from something that has taken 20 years to create it is hard to walk away from the old habits and behaviours, it’s different to retiring from a job. However, you can make promises to yourself about the scope of what is acceptable and test it out.
    • Having an epiphany, where you realise it’s time for change, helps the motivation to make the change, it is very hard not looking back. I used to advise clients they had to “mark the end” of the old ways before change can happen, this applied to me too.
    • Making assumptions about people around you, what they want and need, how fast the world is changing undermines plans all the time.
    • Signature adventures – the trip to Peru marked a major change in our life, it enabled planning future adventures to places we had never been, like Patagonia, safaris, and other adventures we can look forward to, in fact, they start to take over your life.

    So, moving into the second year, I am now openly talking about being “retired”, though I prefer to say being “finished with work”. I have my commitments to Ugly Bloke to uphold, so let’s see how it goes.

    Stunning Cornwall
  • From Overwork to Adventure: My Retirement Story starts here.

    From Overwork to Adventure: My Retirement Story starts here.

    I’d never really thought of retirement other than to make sure I was putting away pension contributions but one day I was in the doctors surgery about something minor and the nurse said “When do you retire?”

    I was only in my mid fifties, working flat out on my business with 2 young kids and adventures to enjoy – “WTF retirement, are you joking”.

    I was totally appalled, gave her a dirty look and went on my way, but strangely the thought stuck. A few months later I ended up in hospital with an blood infection, only a couple of days but it gave me a bit of time to think, and one of those thoughts was “What would happen to the company and my family if this was serious”.

    So the first thing I did when I got out was to get BUPA, so at least if something happened, it would get fixed quickly. I also made a promise to myself that I would be finishing at 65 and wouldn’t become one of those people that worked till they dropped.

    As the company reached a stable state I cut out working at weekends as a habit, and made time for the gym during the week and Friday afternoons became mountain biking or a run so slowly took control of my life.

    The moment arrived

    A couple of years ago we had a mega year, work, we were overloaded with work and had a very profitable year, and I remember thinking that I might not ever see this money in my pocket unless I paid best part of 70% tax, I was working hard for my family and staff, but what was in it for me.

    My eldest daughter was getting married in May and I was worrying a lot about the speech. I wasn’t really enjoying the client assignments, I always have such high hopes for the organisations we work with but in the end they rarely grasp the opportunity and just carry on being what they have always have been, but at least we are normally richer.

    That was the big moment. I was 63 and a couple months off 64 and realised that I wasn’t handling the pressure quite so well, the adrenalin was diminishing and I realised I was ready to change, it happened almost overnight.

    The announcement

    I sat down with my wife (who runs the company with me) and said “I’m done”, and after the wedding, I’ll be getting in my camper and heading off to Scotland with the dog. I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe me, but that’s what happened.

    The journey from there wasn’t quite so simple, but the lesson here is, when you are ready you will know, its then about making it happen which brings challenges of it’s own.