Parallel World

It’s strange being back. It all happened in a bit of a rush. One moment you are riding around the world, crossing the Andes at 16 000 ft, racing across the plains irredeemable flat and the next back home, sitting in your living room looking at a blank wall. All these images are clichés but true and you wonder if it happened at all… ... Read more ›

Its absolutely chucking it down with rain at the top of the Appalachian Mountains. I started riding at 5am and finished at 11pm. The spray was so thick I could only see the red lights of the trucks. For a while I thought that this was too tricky but slowly adjusted to the conditions and carried on. I need to get to the Port of Newark by noon (Friday) to get the bike through customs and on board a boat bound for Southampton… ... Read more ›