Familiar Faces In Unfamiliar Places

I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City with Stewart, a friend of Nicola who is a friend of Jenny, the sister of my friend, Ali. A tenuous connection at best. I must also mention that Ali’s daughter, Kate, recently raised a very impressive 61 pounds for Room to Read selling Christmas cards she made – […]

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Mastering The Inner Game – 2014 Annual Review

  The time to reflect on the year gone by and plan for the next is upon us once more. Each year I like to consciously recognise what went well, what didn’t, and to identify the differences that made THE difference between the two. You can see the full process I follow here – Annual […]

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To Live Is To Struggle – What Are You Struggling For?

Looking back over the last sixteen months on the road, one aspect of using a bicycle to travel 12,600 miles through twenty-one countries stands out above all others: struggle. In a world where we are constantly marketed products and services to make our lives easier, pursuing a life of consistent physical and mental struggle seems […]

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Cries of ‘SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!’ (Hello in Laotian) pelted me from nooks and crannies of every roadside village from Vientiane Cambodia. If I happened to pass a school at break-time entire schools would fire off shouts of ‘SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!’ punctuated with ferocious waves punched out at me. If words and gestures could take physical forms they would have […]

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Gun Fights, Drug Lords And A Thai Lady Covered In Talc!

Exiting Myanmar proved to be more difficult than entering. The border into Thailand at Myawaddy was deserted and inaccessible amidst gun fights between the Myanmar government and a Buddhist organisation. ‘Gun fighting Buddhists?’ I said to the Australia bike shop owner dropping the bomb that scattered the fragments of my fragile plan all over the […]

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Cycling Cures Malaria

The sweat was falling from every pore like Niagara falls. My head was pounding as if trapped in a vice with Dave Grohl playing the drums on the tightening screw. But I was freezing cold, and hurting. A lot. The seconds ticked past forlornly. Every. Single. One. Maybe I should have been taking those pesky […]

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Keep The Wheels Rolling – Mud, Sweat And Despair

It struck me that it’s not only when cycling that, metaphorically speaking, sometimes our wheels stop rolling. Things we normally do without a great deal of conscious effort suddenly consume our every waking moment. A problem at work escalates from an inconvenience into a livelihood threatening catastrophe: I had an accident in a car at […]

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Going Loco

Cycling through north east India was a very different experience to that of central India. The region was connected to the mainland by a slither of land between Nepal and Bangladesh just fourteen miles wide. Separated into nine different states, each one with it’s own government and unique personality, many of which shared a common […]

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Extremists And Police Escorts: Just Another Day On The Road

Guwahati was intense with the hustle and bustle of a tightly populated city, and after three nights getting back to full strength, ultimately rejuvenating. A couple of short rides first to Jagiroad where the change from flat to hilly terrain emerged, and then on to Nagaon saw changes in the appearance of the people, too: […]

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When Is A Monsoon Not A Monsoon?

The monsoon rain finally relented and I was itching to get back on the road. Leaving Kathmandu towards Hetauda on the brutally spectacular Tribhuvan highway on which I had arrived, brought back vivid memories of the epic cycle into Kathmandu. Reliving the journey in reverse with the benefit of hindsight, I opted to break the distance into […]

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