Articles
20
Jun
My hands are shaking: my first enduro competition
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BIKE-HEDONIA
My hands are shaking. I’m trying to squeeze my head under a tiny square of shade along with twenty four other dirt bikers. We’re baking...
07
Jun
Houston, we have a problem
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Houston, we have a problem.
Yesterday started beautifully. Coffee with my friend in front of the National Museum in Phnom Pehn; we s...
06
Jun
Rescue Mission
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Sometimes traveling feels like floating in a void. You’re unmoored from your routines, your places of safety, people who know you and p...
31
May
New Ground
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I returned safely from Cambodia to Thailand, sans KTM, the Laos border still closed. A day later, as I languished in 24 hour quarantine...
19
May
I made a thing.
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Yes, I made a thing. BikeHedonia buffs. Gloriously soft... and designed for soaking up at the dust and sweat of all your adventures.
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15
May
Ruined
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I lie in the semidarkness listening to the sounds of thunder and cowbells outside. The cows are making their way home in the early dusk...
14
Apr
Days of Kampot
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I’m walking down the street in Kampot when I see my friend sitting out the front of Milano Pizza. I cross over and take the empty seat ...
09
Apr
Life’s a beach… by a river in Cambodia
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I am lying on a swinging daybed beside a river, gently sautéing in my own sweat. The hot wind has pushed clouds over the mountains and ...
06
Apr
Bike ready, brain full
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5.45 am, Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A comfortable studio apartment in a comfortable part of town. I try to make myself coffee using the UHT ...
31
Mar
International Again
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I'm in airport no-man's land where the food is expensive and the lights fluorescent. Two years and eleven days since I passed through a...
18
Mar
For the love of tyres
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Tyres. Good tyres are a beautiful thing. I dream of soft compounds, of steep contours, of jagged knobs that tear at the ground. And whe...
14
Mar
Heading for the Burmese border
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Today I got up at 5am, tried to work, found my internet connection to be malfunctioning, drank two cups of coffee and went back to bed....
12
Mar
Trail of Bruises
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I’m feeling a little beaten up today. I love dirt biking but some days you bite the dust harder than others, and yesterday was one of t...
11
Mar
Extraction (Part 5)
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The next day we walked back into the jungle with a tow rope and a couple of strong young men. The sun was shining gaily and the sheetin...
09
Mar
Don’t sleep (Part 4)
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I should have taken off my knee braces. I should have found a way to tie them to my back, but I wasn’t thinking very clearly. We walked...