On 20 June 2015, I cycled around a corner and found myself home after 13 months, 9202 miles, 1271 cycling hours, 19 countries, and three continents. As I rounded the corner I wasn’t alone, I was with Dora, of course, but I had also been joined by a couple of close friends, my two brothers and […]
My journey down California State Route 1 from San Francisco to LA started with a stone faced cop telling me that I wasn’t allowed to cycle down the freeway. Not a great start, and it wouldn’t be the last time I’d have words with law enforcement before I reached the City of Angels
In December 2014 I joined a few friends on a trip to Nagaland, Northeast India, and the Hornbill Festival. We ate strange food, we drank strange drinks and we got a glimpse of what life used to be like in Nagaland not so very long ago.
This was an entry I made for a travel writing competition. I didn’t win, but I hope you enjoy reading it.
Almost ten months after leaving my home in London on Dora, my heavyweight champion of a bicycle, I have arrived in the USA!
When I made it to India and met a few uni friends in the Northeast state of Meghalaya, I knew it wouldnt be long before they got me kayaking. I wasn’t disappointed, and before long I was running waterfalls bigger than I ever imagined I’d be able to get down, all the time surrounded by dense jungle.
Introduction by Special Guest writer – Limey Snacket.
Stop. Just stop. I know you’re probably curious as to how something like dust could be called despicable, but trust me when I say it can. Also trust that you do not want to read this post, which is all about misery and sadness. You’d be better reading about the adventures of a happy little elf instead.
While staying in the Travel House in Tbilisi, Georgia. I was convinced to join an ill-fated trip with a few seasoned hitch-hiking veterans. In teams we made our way to a monastery in the desert. It sounds like the start of a horror movie, and it very nearly became one.
Part 2 of Into Annapurna. After successfully reaching Manang at 3500m, I woke on my birthday to find the world under a blanket of snow while further up the mountain, unknown to me and my friends, a snowstorm was claiming the lives of over 40 people.
In Nepal, ‘The Dreammaker’ Youn and I began the 15 day trek circling the great Annapurna mountain range. Little did we know that before the end of the journey over 40 people would die further up the mountain.