Mongolian Bump and Grind
Yaks, welders, Mongolian wrestlers and camels -among other things in More adventures and encounters from my ride through Mongolia … More Mongolian Bump and Grind
Yaks, welders, Mongolian wrestlers and camels -among other things in More adventures and encounters from my ride through Mongolia … More Mongolian Bump and Grind
Just to clarify – I don’t mean I went back in time to 18th century Great Britain – time travel is not in my repertoire yet! After my six months of bicycle and work exchange wanderings in Turkey last year, I took the opportunity to return to a country which had made a lasting impression … More A Georgian Winter in Tbilisi
It seems my phone has an app that likes to make me little movies about my adventures – perfect! After dropping Raven (my bike) off in Ankara I hooked up with another good friend who also likes an adventure (and a drink or 2!) We headed off on a 4 day journey via train, bus, … More Raz & Rhi go to Georgia!
A little snippet of lunchtime at the crossroads in a village near Pamukkale. (From nearly 2 months ago – so it wasn’t deadly hot at lunch time yet)
After the thrills, spills and stresses of the first week of my trip I was happy to get back to a slightly less eventful riding experience. Leaving the crisp sheets, clean towels and not to mention buffet breakfast (which I managed to devour for the best part of an hour) of the öğretmenevi in Gediz … More Up in another world
As I mentioned at the end of my last entry – we slept in no-mans land the night we left Tajikistan but we were not alone. We had put up the tent the first place we could find as the light was fading fast and cooked the last of our food for dinner. We went … More Kyrgyzstan – the end of a beginning
I had a real sense of anticipation as the 4 of us headed away from the city. We could happily have spent much longer with Vero and Gab but the whole reason we were in Tajikistan at all was calling us. I had first heard about the Pamir Highway from some cyclists I met when … More The Gateway to the Pamirs
When I reached Istanbul I was pretty lost – after 11 months of walking and travelling and always waking-up somewhere new, it was always going to be a bit of a shock to the system to try and stay still for a bit. I had wishfully though that during my walk I would have some … More A pause in the city