Almost ten months after leaving my home in London on Dora, my heavyweight champion of a bicycle, I have arrived in the USA! I got through immigration without any problems, despite having no departure flight, no money and a passport that looks like it has been through a few wars. Before long I was bolting […]
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.
It’s now over four months since I left the UK and I’ve spent the last five weeks of that time stuck, without money, in Georgia’s capital city, Tbilisi. Scrounging food from market floors and living in a park, I was lucky enough to meet and become a green warrior of Georgia, a Guerrilla Gardener!
Part 2 of The Road. Having almost been run over in Batumi, I found myself on one of the most difficult roads of the trip, unable to move at more than walking pace on a road strewn with large rocks and struggling four wheelers.
After my Iranian visa was refused for the second time, I found myself having to recalculate my route to Asia. Turkey was an amazing country but I was now entering Georgia, a country completely unknown to me.
Albania. A country that I was given more warnings about than any other. It was challenging but enjoyable, except the wolves, they scared the crap out of me.