2016 December. Cycling in South East Asia

The eating highlight would have to be the tin shed opposite a truck tyre service it was also the towns only cafe. One big polished concrete floor with no trimming except for the plastic tables and scattered chairs. I was the night’s entertainment as they brought a large dish of steaming chicken, vegetables and rice. The wow factor was the chillies even after requesting they go easy (madly waving no and fanning my mouth ) I extracted a whole cup of the buggers from my otherwise delicious dinner. Two large bottles of beer Lao helped immensely. They backed it up for me with a fantastic soup the following morning.

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2016 November. Cycling the Australian Snowy Mountains

Yesterday had taken its toll on me and the following morning I watched the horizon for fear of leg bursting hills although it was never that hard again. I was forgetting to enjoy the bush and the lush alpine pastures. All around me birds squawked, vibrant red rosellas, budgerigars, shiny black currawongs, sulphur crested cockatoos rose in white clouds then dropped back to ground as I passed. The bush was alive again after a cold alpine winter. Lizards and snakes came out onto the roads for warmth usually with an unhappy ending. Somehow this snake survived the traffic as I rode past with my legs higher than the handlebars !

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2017 April. Japan

I’ve been home since the start of the year and really enjoyed our late burst of summer but there are places to see, roads to ride. The next few weeks will hopefully see me circumnavigate the island of Shikoku not far from Osaka, that would be Japan right ? Got your attention ?

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2007 April. South America

A couple of rubber zodiacs pick us up and ferry us out to the main boat and we motor along the edge of the glacier without being so close as to be hit by calving icebergs. You can hear the groaning as the ice splinters and breaks before dropping into the lake. Global warming at its finest. The guide leans over the edge of the boat and chips away a chunk of blue ice. perfect he tells us for chilling down our Pisco sours, we raise our glasses and salute what has been a few days of magnificent walking in pristine country.

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