Heaven or Hell

My initial days in India continued as I had left off – badly. I took a taxi across the city with my bike to find that, despite the website still selling bus tickets to Manali, a massive storm had triggered some huge landslides, cutting off the town and making travel impossible. My taxi driver worked … Continue reading Heaven or Hell

Keeping cool & Kalashnikovs

The shared camaraderie between tourers had been an integral part of cycling the Pamir highway, which, had been lost ever-since crossing the Chinese border. If there aren’t many foreign tourists there, then vaulting the border into Pakistan was definitely one hurdle too far. Nobody cycles here – not even the locals. In a country split … Continue reading Keeping cool & Kalashnikovs

New Article for Prendas Ciclismo

If you ever catch me riding a bike, I'll be wearing a cotton cycling cap. I bought my first one five years ago and have worn them religiously ever since. Over my time touring, a nice little story unfolded so I decided to write it up and send it to the guys who make all … Continue reading New Article for Prendas Ciclismo

Oh hi Dad

Stationed high in the mountains of China’s Xinjang province, in the peculiar ‘border’ town of Tashkurgan, I’m doggedly writing away in an attempt to finally catch up the blog! It’s been a while. I’m going to try keep this one short and snappy but hopefully get across the strange sentiment that has occupied us the … Continue reading Oh hi Dad

Detouring

Before leaving the UK, cycling had become a therapy of sorts whilst temporarily transitioning back from university life to plan this trip. It gave me a fresh perspective on the surrounding hills, quaint villages and countryside that I’m lucky enough to call home. Crisp early morning’s exploring the Chilterns would become savoured hours in the … Continue reading Detouring

The Authentic Tajik ‘Experience’

I realise it’s been a long time since writing my last post on here - apologies to any eager followers out there (Mum) who have been craving a fix of yet another ‘troublesome’ tale of me bumbling through central Asia. I hope this will suffice. Already, just flicking through my diary entries from the start … Continue reading The Authentic Tajik ‘Experience’

Mountains, Seas, and protesting in Tbilisi

I’d broken up my trip with a visit to see Shauna in Italy. Beautiful cobbled squares, incredible food and easily accessible alcohol. It was a world away from sleeping rough on the floors of Turkish petrol stations. Returning on the plane I felt a pit in my stomach, I really didn’t want to be back … Continue reading Mountains, Seas, and protesting in Tbilisi