Blog Index
A Place in the Sun
There's a place that's on my mind these last few weeks... a small island off the coast of Sulawesi, Indonesia. There's a village beside...
Not My Usual Haunts
Long time no see.
After months of chilly silence, I’m back, and I’m not in a place where I’d expect to find myself.
A...
The Accident
There’s a feeling of cold horror when the traffic parts in front of you, and all you see are skid plates.
Don’t get me wrong, ...
ACL Rehab Update
Here's a little update on the ACL rehabilitation process - and the generally risky situation for female dirt bikers.
https://youtu....
From Singapore to Chiang Mai
It’s Sunday and everyone’s out riding enduro except me. I sit in the shadowy office, trying to ignore the abandoned gecko tail on my de...
Change your knobbies
The air is filled with flying termites. Last night, the rain fell softly for hours, waking up the baked earth and ushering the jungle b...
Water Wars & New Beginnings
It’s dark and the sound of frogs on the fish pond is deafening. All around me, cool dew is settling on the wild banana trees, the coffe...
The Soviet Hospital
It’s time to take my stitches out, so join me for a stroll back in time to the Cold War. The cheapest hospital in Vung Tau is the Sovie...
Blue Sky Convalescence
While Chiang Mai burns, I am convalescing under blue skies at the South China Sea.
Small Rant
I’m over it. It’s been one week since surgery and my tolerance for the suboptimal is going down. Cumulative frustration is starting to ...
Day Four
Day four, I have escaped. Through displays of spectacular enthusiasm for physical therapy and the light of day, I have convinced my doc...
Health
I’m in a hospital room full of old ladies who appear to be dying.
Some of them are comatose, their faces relaxed in oblivion. One tu...
Knee Down
We take off from Chiang Mai in thick, bright haze. The heat wicks your breath away like a kick to the stomach and the street outside ou...
End of a Season
The sun has been red for two weeks: the burning season is here.
Every year, from the beginning of March, the mountains of north...
Back to my beginnings: Australia
I’m trying to sleep on the floor of Changi Airport, my head on my backpack, my arm draped over my helmet. I have a five hour layover, t...