The Accident
There’s a feeling of cold horror when the traffic parts in front of you, and a...
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May
Tag Archives: motorcycle travel
11
Apr
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...
02
Apr
Small Rant
I’m over it. It’s been one week since surgery and my tolerance for the suboptimal is going down. Cumulative frust...
02
Aug
Injury
It’s been a while. I told you all about the hill climb, and nothing of the race.
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...
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 ...
24
Feb
Yes, but did you die? (Part 1)
One, two, one, two… I count myself through each step. If you put enough of these tiny, zombie shuffles together, ...
15
Feb
Buy your own roses
Today is the exact anniversary of 5 years on the road – 15 February 2017 was the day I rode out of Sydney, never ...
11
Feb
Sustainable Vagrancy
I sit in the HiVolt shop, surrounded by motorcycles and trials gear, and wait. Darkness falls and the high timber...
24
Jan
Pleasure and Pain
It’s 4am and I’m disturbing the sleep of the hotel receptionists. I come downstairs, toting my laptop in the dark...
18
Jan
Risk Calculation
Today let’s talk about risk, and sweat, and tears. Now, it’s been a while since I was travelling fully loaded on ...
11
Jan
Ruins and Memories
Today’s blog post nearly didn’t happen, because I killed my computer. By dropping it down a gully? Drowning it in...
03
Jan
Before Times
Back before covid sank its teeth into the world, vagrants like me used to do border runs. You'd get your thirty d...
28
Dec
Traveling monks and breakfast beers: Thailand
When I first checked into the roadside guesthouse, there was an old lady running the show and she seemed positive...