10 Jun

Bangladesh #2: People

Bangladesh #2: People

Jamalganj to Hili

I’m acutely aware this blog is getting a bit repetitive.

I constantly wax lyrical about how nice the people are or how beautiful scenery is. Unfortunately Bangladesh will be no different.

Although the cycling is relentless and constantly challenging...
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8 Jun

Bangladesh #1: Density

Bangladesh #1: Density

Sylhet to Jamalganj

We left the crazy and vibrant city of Sylhet heading due west, planing to cut across the top of Bangladesh. Although we couldn’t see many roads that went this way, we were confident that we could find some.

The...
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6 Jun

Coming back down.

Coming back down.

Jiribam to Sutarkandi

After recent days of climbing dirt roads to traverse the humid Manipur jungle it was a relief descending to the relatively more civilised town of Jiribam, crossing into the Assam region.

Immediately the tone changed.

Up in the mountains...
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31 May

The Manipur experience.

The Manipur experience.

Moreh to the mountains.

The India admin machine gave an early display of its true colours with a 3 hour wait for immigration to open at 11 am.

We were finally allowed in with a look suggesting we were the last...
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31 May

Leaving Myanmar.

Leaving Myanmar.

Kalewa to Tamu

The sand became rocks, rocks became potholes, and then at last road appeared. Approaching Kalewa I sped up to recently unimaginable speeds, enough even for my speedometer to begin working again.

From Kalewa, I took the most magnificent road that...
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31 May

Screaming at sand.

Screaming at sand.

To Kalewa

Within half a kilometre of leaving the village I was back to frolicking in the sand pit. Things got no easier, if anything the sand and rubble got deeper and the undulations steeper.

I was still weak from...
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18 May

The village idiot.

The village idiot.

From Monywa.

I reluctantly trotted off into the unknown.

All I knew was that I had 170km to get Kalewa, and 2.5 days in which to do it. The distance was not the concern, the warnings of extremely poor roads and...
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17 May

Representing your country.

Representing your country.

Magway to Monywa.

I’d always dreamed it would be at Twickenham.

Running out to the screams of 80,000 adoring fans, singing the national anthem before taking the kick off against the All Blacks. Of course we win. Of course i score. The...
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6 May

The vicious cycle.

The vicious cycle.

Right.

Buckle up. This ride’s about to get emotional.

Put simply, our bodies and brains are not designed to do 8-10 hours of exercise everyday for months and months on end, so there are consequences.

These consequences are just different pains.

Neck...
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6 May

Hard Times.

Yangon to Magway

Hard Times.

Sat on a hard bed in the small town of Thayarwaddy 120 kms north of Yangon. I’m covered in sweat, alone and feel rubbish.

I’ve got this weird burning feeling in my stomach which means i don’t feel...
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17 Apr

Myanamazing.

Hpa An to Yangon.

Myanamazing.

It’s a bit like I’ve gone on a blind date with a country.

I had no idea what to expect from Burma, apart from the warnings of her strict rules and military presence I knew little more. So we have...
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12 Apr

Burmese privileges.

From Myawaddy to Hpa An.

Privileges.

The road from the Myanmar border town of Myawaddy is a winding narrow 50 km mountain pass of mud, rocks and the odd gesture of tarmac. The pass has become so dangerous that a one-way rule is...
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7 Apr

Thai-ing up loose ends.

North West Thailand.

Sit down comedy.

Rural Thai people are excellent. Those protected from the onslaught of the booming tourism machine that pollutes much of this beautiful land are crammed full of warmth

Most Thai people have begun laughing before you have spoken a...
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10 Mar

Going it alone.

Today we continued north-west into Thailand.

Bike now repaired we passed through the ancient town of Sing Buri, and though the ruins are interesting the residing memory will be the ape attack that occurred. As i sat eating cake by a...
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10 Mar

Leaving so soon.

Cambodia – Thailand

Arriving in the wealthier tourist trap of Siem Reap was a change from the dust and poverty of recent miles. We stayed for a few nights to rest and enjoy a pedal around Ankor Wot, an incredible place,...
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24 Feb

Making friends.

Into Cambodia. 

Pottering along more deliciously flat delta country little changed as we enter Cambodia.

The only thing that started to degrade were the road surfaces. The further away from the border more cracks began to appear, then potholes and soon just...
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3 Feb

Along the Mekong.

Two things stand out as i sit and have a think about the day gone by:

1. A massive rat scuttling casually across a ladies feet and her showing no formal reaction.

2. A beautiful girl with long black hair and piercing eyes...
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28 Jan

Turning the corner.

Time for something a bit different.

Asia.

With some well-earned recuperation over the festive period and a few weeks catching up with my fast-growing family in Perth I boarded a flight to Vietnam, turning the corner and starting the long pedal home.

Ho Chi Minh...
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23 Jan

Tougher times.

North of Brisbane we rested in Noosa for a night before heading off again as a two once again.

Jackie had decided, quite rightly, we were moving too fast and she wasn’t seeing enough of Australia. Pete and i need to...
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