A few nights ago, we slept in a disabled toilet. Don’t get me wrong, it was a nice disabled toilet (although alas, no Dyson Airblade), but it was still a toilet. It was pouring down in... Read more
Picture the scene. We are outside the main train station in a Japanese city, all glass and steel and impeccably clean. There are hundreds of commuters streaming past: impossibly skinny women... Read more
We started cycling last August and aim to be back this Christmas which means that, last month, we reached the half way point of our trip: 8 months in. We also clocked 6,000 miles on our odom... Read more
Those of you that have followed this blog in recent weeks will know that we’ve been having a good whinge about our time in India. The rose tinting of hindsight has already made it star... Read more
They weren’t on the baggage carousel and Oversized Baggage seemed dormant. I found someone official looking and used gestures to indicate that we were looking for two bicycles. He radi... Read more
Ever fancied having your name in lights? Well, now you can. Make a donation to our charity – JDRF – in the month of May and we will produce a personalised photograph of yo... Read more
Facial hair has become quite a feature of our bike ride. Not mine, I hasten to add, but Tim’s, with his bushy ginger beard attracting an enormous amount of attention wherever we go. In... Read more
This evening, providing all goes well getting the bikes onto the aeroplane, we should be flying to South Korea. We decided that what we needed in the middle of this extended cycling holiday... Read more
India has been difficult for us, as anyone following our tweets or the undertones of recent blog posts will know. This is not to say that it is not a wonderful and fascinating country. Even... Read more
They say you’ve got to be careful in India. Everyone’s out to rip you off. Even the locals get overcharged and they’ll see you coming a mile off. You can’t trust any... Read more
The thing which I have found hardest about cycling through India is dealing with the entirely different rules of etiquette here. The concept of personal space seems to be alien. As an introv... Read more
We wake at dawn and move quickly to beat the crowds and the heat. The village is already alive and our friends from the previous night have gathered to see us off. After the obligatory photo... Read more
