Cycle
Willfully Delayed
I was dreading the return to the bike. More butt aching agony, and hopeless hills and I’d be back in the middle of nowhere where I’d be hanging out with snakes and rodents and smiley Read more…
I was dreading the return to the bike. More butt aching agony, and hopeless hills and I’d be back in the middle of nowhere where I’d be hanging out with snakes and rodents and smiley Read more…
So it’s official, I’ve become a lazy slob, Northern Thailand has sucked me in and hippyfied me. And two weeks later I’m till sitting here talking about leaving… I almost did today – almost – Read more…
I was sweating water faster than I could drink it. It was one of those amazing phenomenas that showed me exactly why I had yet to see any other cyclists on the road! It was Read more…
It’s not ideal having both an empty passport and a bicycle. The two just don’t quite seem to match up. I should be bouncing around the world mustering stamps and visas like my life depends Read more…
[*’Bisex’ being ‘Basix’ mixed with ‘Bike’…. not ‘Bisexual’ – I tell you this now in an attempt to not disappoint just in case that is what you were after] The odd rest spot where sometimes you find Read more…
[*’Bisex’ being ‘Basics’ mixed with ‘Bike’…. not ‘Bisexual’ – I tell you this now in an attempt to not disappoint just in case that is what you were after] It’s been a long time coming, but I Read more…
Monks are chasing you with guns, toddlers are plastering you with toxic chemicals, around every corner lies a vicious terrorist just waiting to attack. There’s nowhere safe… nobody you can trust – it’s just you and at Read more…
It was a rough day watching my little Mao (the Chinese tyrant bicycle) be loaded onto the roof of an unroadworthy bus and sadder still watching former cycle buddy, Rohan, pass us three times. It Read more…
So, I’ve been pretending to be a cyclist for a whole week now and I have much advice for all aspiring future long-distancesers. And while I know you think I might not be the best Read more…
My bum is blue. Let me rewind a little so that you don’t mistake me for a weirdo… It was a dark and stormy day down in Can Tou, Southern Vietnam and I was boarding Read more…