Yaks, welders, Mongolian wrestlers and camels -among other things in More adventures and encounters from my ride through Mongolia … More Mongolian Bump and Grind
The first week of riding in Mongolia was a shock to the system … More Welcome to Mongolia – Bugs, Tracks and Frere Jaques
In the same way that I had never intended to visit Almaty, Astana hadn’t been on my Kazakhstan itinerary either. Seeing as I had been forced to spend time in both cities for visa reasons I tried to give them some of my attention whilst I was in town. Both are new and modern cities … More Into Siberia – the Chuysky Trakt to Mongolia
Kazakhstan is the largest landlocked country in the world and when you try and cross a third of it by bike it certainly feels like it. Three years previously I had spent about 2 weeks in the far west of the country riding on pre-asphalt construction roads and tracks from Aktau to the Uzbekistan border in … More Endless roads in Kazakhstan and why you should never trust a Consulate!
On May 19th, the morning I was finally leaving the home from home that At House guesthouse had become, I woke up to my alarm at 6am feeling as if I hadn’t slept a wink. My last night had coincided with another long-term inhabitant’s departure, despite the unexpected extra month for preparation there were still … More Leaving Kyrgyzstan
After 3 ½ weeks of waiting I was itching to get hold of my Kyrgyz visa so that I could apply for my Russian transit visa and I met Cholpon (who was helping me with it) outside the OVIR (local passport and registration office) in anticipation. The result was pretty disheartening – Kyrgyz visa application … More Do The Visa Mess Around
Being able to put a frustrating few weeks of red tape and non-information behind me, and heading out on my bike came as great relief. Even more so as I was able to team up with another English cyclist, Alex who was waiting for his Chinese visa to be processed via Georgia. As we rolled … More Headwinds into the Chocolate Factory
It is 2 1/2 years since I was last in Bishkek, and at Manas airport at 5am local time it felt somewhat surreal to be back. Gold teeth shone out from the mouths of the passport control guards as they looked me directly in the eye and made a detailed comparison between my bedraggled facial … More Back to Bishkek
On the eve of another adventure I have the mixed feelings of leaving and starting again, goodbyes and hellos, what I leave behind and what lies ahead. All of which is nicely summed up in this quote I just came across.
In between working at the hostel, tapping away at the keyboard turning my walking journals and memories in to the beginnings of a book, and exploring Tbilisi, I took some short trips to see more of Georgia and neighbouring Armenia. Transport is pretty well organized, cheap and relatively easy to use, despite the slightly chaotic … More Caucasian Wanderings