Round the World Bicycle Tour since 2006
India. Chaos and confusion, filth and frustration diluted by a dash of unbelievable beauty. There exists no country on earth so thoroughly maddening, yet so undeniably captivating. All told, we’ve travelled to India on six separate occasions. As wide-eyed backpackers
There he was again. His bright red Adidas baseball cap giving him away. It was an unfortunate choice in attire for a third-rate spy. Trailing two slow moving cyclists must grow tiresome. Especially when said cyclists stop frequently to snap
Approaching voices in the distance sent a shudder up my spine. Eric and I fell into an immediate silence. It was our first night in Myanmar. We were wild camping. And suddenly we weren’t alone. Finding a suitable spot to
Eric normally hammers out our routes. I trust him, most of the time. We both like big mountains and empty spaces. Neither of us are big city people and we’re fairly indifferent towards most major tourist meccas. After China, I
The blog’s been quiet for the past few months. Many of you have wondered what’s up. Well, we haven’t tossed in the towel, if that’s what you’re thinking. And no, we haven’t been lounging on some Thai beach attempting to
After the austere beauty of the Tibetan Plateau, we thought the rest of China might turn into a big disappointment. Not in the least. How to enjoy cycling ANYWHERE! Alright, the first few days out of Chengdu were a blur
A spectacular place to celebrate! I don’t suppose many people get the chance to celebrate a birthday at 4,487 meters. That’s how Eric began his 47th year, on the top of Balang Shan Pass in China’s Sichuan Province. We hadn’t
All was well. We’d solved the headset crisis. Some big mountains and amazing landscapes lay ahead. Rains had plagued us since we hit China, but as we rolled out of Litang, the day shone bright and clear. Life was perfect.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh all the way down the mountain for 15 odd kilometers. Ok maybe it was more like bump, curse, bump. The rock-strewn Daxuenshan Pass road was rough, and we maxed out at around 8 kms an hour. Still,
Independent Tibet travel for foreigners has been officially off-limits for years. The occasional intrepid cyclist does manage to sneak in, but most who try it get booted out by the ever-vigilant officers of the PSB (Public Security Bureau). Unwilling to