Rescue Mission
Sometimes traveling feels like floating in a void. You’re unmoored from your routines, your places of safety, peo...
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Jun
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31
May
New Ground
I returned safely from Cambodia to Thailand, sans KTM, the Laos border still closed. A day later, as I languished...
19
May
I made a thing.
Yes, I made a thing. BikeHedonia buffs. Gloriously soft... and designed for soaking up at the dust and sweat of a...
15
May
Ruined
I lie in the semidarkness listening to the sounds of thunder and cowbells outside. The cows are making their way ...
14
Apr
Days of Kampot
I’m walking down the street in Kampot when I see my friend sitting out the front of Milano Pizza. I cross over an...
09
Apr
Life’s a beach… by a river in Cambodia
I am lying on a swinging daybed beside a river, gently sautéing in my own sweat. The hot wind has pushed clouds o...
06
Apr
Bike ready, brain full
5.45 am, Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A comfortable studio apartment in a comfortable part of town. I try to make myself...
31
Mar
International Again
I'm in airport no-man's land where the food is expensive and the lights fluorescent. Two years and eleven days si...
18
Mar
For the love of tyres
Tyres. Good tyres are a beautiful thing. I dream of soft compounds, of steep contours, of jagged knobs that tear ...
14
Mar
Heading for the Burmese border
Today I got up at 5am, tried to work, found my internet connection to be malfunctioning, drank two cups of coffee...
12
Mar
Trail of Bruises
I’m feeling a little beaten up today. I love dirt biking but some days you bite the dust harder than others, and ...
11
Mar
Extraction (Part 5)
The next day we walked back into the jungle with a tow rope and a couple of strong young men. The sun was shining...
09
Mar
Don’t sleep (Part 4)
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 v...
07
Mar
Stranded in the Jungle (Part 3)
Day 3 dawned in rain that hissed on the coals of the fire as we allowed its heat to subside in preparation for le...
03
Mar
The ground is for sleeping (Part 2)
The track had long ago turned into a hard enduro playground. Steep, slippery with scree, washed out by ruts ...