2018 January. Sri Lanka
A life-vest is strapped around me, jerked tight. Tight enough to know it’s not just for show then we are both pointed down a steep narrow cliff track to the roaring river below.
Read More →A life-vest is strapped around me, jerked tight. Tight enough to know it’s not just for show then we are both pointed down a steep narrow cliff track to the roaring river below.
Read More →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.
Read More →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 !
Read More →I’m sure the chef from South of Munich was harbouring a dirty past. “Where are you going ?” I asked in slow English. “Towards Portugal” he replied…silence. He wanted to speak but he also wanted that silence that can become a little easy when you travel too long on your own.
Read More →We walk to the coast through mud and slush, enthusiasm high and new respect for the elements as our gear is put to the test. The weight of our backpacks has us wobbling like drunken sailors.
Read More →The fact that Captain Cook made reference to the distant glow and constant eruption of Mt Yasur as he plundered the Pacific meant it’s been angry for at least two hundred years. Vanuatu here I come.
Read More →Suddenly the bush opened up and a black mirror of water stretched out in front of us, old gum trees punctured the lakes surface, tree ferns came down to the waters edge and seemed to be drinking in the inky still water.
Read More →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 ?
Read More →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.
Read More →Well after all the fun of Northern Sumatra it was a sobering experience to be […]
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