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My hands are shaking: my first enduro competition
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...
Houston, we have a problem
Houston, we have a problem.
Yesterday started beautifully. Coffee with my friend in front of the National Museum in Phnom Pehn; we s...
Rescue Mission
Sometimes traveling feels like floating in a void. You’re unmoored from your routines, your places of safety, people who know you and p...
New Ground
I returned safely from Cambodia to Thailand, sans KTM, the Laos border still closed. A day later, as I languished in 24 hour quarantine...
I made a thing.
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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Ruined
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...
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 and take the empty seat ...
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 over the mountains and ...
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 coffee using the UHT ...
International Again
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...
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 at the ground. And whe...
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 and went back to bed....
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 yesterday was one of t...
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 gaily and the sheetin...
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 very clearly. We walked...