Returning Home: The End of an Era?
Returning back to Scotland after a few years away. What’s changed and what hasn’t?
Bike Ramble - Cycle Adventures on Planet Earth
Returning back to Scotland after a few years away. What’s changed and what hasn’t?
Accused of being a spider as I cross from Tajikistan into China over the Kulma Pass
Military, puke and parties as we cycle along the Afghan border.
Cycling up to the Anzob tunnel in Tajikistan, also fondly known as the Tunnel of Death.
The story of cycling 500km across the Kyzylkum desert in Kazakhstan from Kuryk to Beyneu.
Continuing the cycle from Tbilisi to Baku, from the border of Azerbaijan. Things become increasingly dry and arid as I head east, ultimately crossing a desert to reach Baku.
You might not be able to find what you need in a shop, advertised anywhere or on the internet, but somewhere, somebody “knows a guy.”
I really don’t care if I got lost here. Trees, mountains, cows and random invitations from Armenians in Gerogia.
Yo. I left Scotland with a vague ambition to cycle very far away in 2014, and even though I’ve covered a lot of miles, I still haven’t got very far away at all. But all will change this year when I jump over to the other side of Asia. Here’s a rough idea of where…
Those first few pedal strokes out of the city. The first of many. Not knowing which road to take or where I’ll be sleeping. The gradual evolution of a human on a push bike: my home for months, even years to come. The adaptations of a mind accustomed to alarms and traffic. Of fast breakfasts.…
10 Ways a Savvy Budget Traveller Can Use a Café to Their Advantage
Cycling through and all over the Alps when I don’t really need to.
We are bombarded by images every day of our lives. What does it mean for travellers?
Working on a farm, spending a few nights at a travel school, couchsurfing, wild camping and adventure.
What is it like cycling in Morocco? Do you want to go bicycle touring in Morocco? Here are some answers to doubts I had before crossing the border by bike.
One week at an isolated village in a forest run by hippies.
One whole year without entering a car.
Two annoying travellers remind me of how not to travel.