Cycling one of the highest plateaus in the world, at over 4000m in the Pamirs, on the second-highest international highway in the world.
Military, puke and parties as we cycle along the Afghan border.
The great thing about hostels now is that they are so empty I’m sometimes the only guest. In this case, I wasn’t: there was a Japanese guy who snored like hell and a really tall Serbian guy…
Cycling through and all over the Alps when I don’t really need to.
One of my worst days cycle touring. Over 150km of unpaved, rocky, boring road continuously beside a motorway. Caution: depressing read.