The first few days in Ulaanbataar were spent running the paper chase needed to get everything together for my Chinese visa. Happily I had also managed to coincide our stop in the city with some travelling friends from my time in Georgia – which inevitably lead to my first hangover in several months. After a … More From Apple pie to an Arsehole – leaving Mongolia
Apologies for another long gap between posts, but my excuse this time is that I needed to let the dust settle a bit. It’s been a pretty testing month or so, but time to catch up a bit now: Geographically Frank and I were about halfway through our journey across Mongolia as we rode out … More Where Mongolians keep the washing-up liquid!
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
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.
So after nearly 4 months of beautiful beach life, living and working in Cirali on the Mediterranean coast, the time came to move on. I seem to be both very good and very bad at leaving, and often feel like I am doing it too often, but one way or another I had to leave … More The return to winter