Melbourne had been like a ‘Bristol’ on the other side of the world, and as it came time to leave, I was hoping for the sunny Somerset weather on show at Glastonbury to turn out here as I left for Sydney. This was it, the ‘final’ leg of the journey I had set out to … Continue reading A Long Time Coming – Melbourne to Sydney
It was a different Luang Prabang to the one I’d left just over two weeks ago. Then I’d driven to the airport on a motorbike with my friend, Angelique, riding pillion before waving goodbye as I boarded a flight to see my parents for Christmas in Hanoi. Having cycled seriously hard over the preceding weeks … Continue reading A New Year & Anniversary
If there’s something I’ve learnt on this trip, it’s that time is an undervalued commodity. One of the real virtues of travelling by bike is the sheer amount of it you have to yourself. For some I’m sure that screams solitary torture, but if you’re the kind of person that fancies cycling around the world, … Continue reading Ultra Across Myanmar…?
One thing I’ve loved about going away is how ironically it’s brought me closer to people back home. Acquaintances have become good friends, sending messages of support that have really given me a boost when times are tough on the road. Katy has always been a good school friend, one I’ve done a bit of … Continue reading Friends On Tour – A Nepalese Birthday
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
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
If we were to walk down the street together, chances are that you would overtake me. My natural pace is an amble at best, and it generally takes a crippling disability for me forge ahead of someone on the pavement. Put me on a bike however and this contempt for the slower way of life … Continue reading Off the ‘Beaten Track’