Tag Archives: motorcycle travel
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, ...
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...
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 ...
Injury
It’s been a while. I told you all about the hill climb, and nothing of the race.
Well, the race was awesome. It was hot and difficul...
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 ...
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...
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, you’ll reach the top o...
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 yet to return. I had i...
Sustainable Vagrancy
I sit in the HiVolt shop, surrounded by motorcycles and trials gear, and wait. Darkness falls and the high timbered ceilings glow with ...
Pleasure and Pain
It’s 4am and I’m disturbing the sleep of the hotel receptionists. I come downstairs, toting my laptop in the darkness with the objectiv...
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 the KTM: my whole life...
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 a rice paddy? Not eve...
Before Times
Back before covid sank its teeth into the world, vagrants like me used to do border runs. You'd get your thirty day entry to Thailand o...
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 positively surly. Why didn't s...