As I lumbered my way along the dusty road towards the towering Mountains north of Karakol, Kyrgyzstan I queried what on earth was doing. I’d chosen an isolating and unfrequented track to climb up and over a 4000m mountain pass, the Archa Tor. This track from Kyzyl Suu to Jeti Oguz is an unpopular route:…
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Held hostage (kinda) in Nomadic country in Kazakhstan
Held hostage by Kazakh locals….. From the low lands of Almaty in Kazakhstan I headed to Esik and rode up to the top of a 2600m high Mountain range. Admittedly was mostly pushing my bike up steep gravel tracks, sometimes so steep I would slide back down and my loaded bike would fall to the…
Listen to your Intuition – being drugged, robbed, attacked… and eating Watermelon
The village is awake early here in Kawkariek. It’s 5:15am, the sun is bright and the piercing groaning and rattling from the trucks shakes through into your bones. I pull on my bright pink body covering poncho, pull my dress down past my knees (to fit in in conservative Myanmar) and go to wander the…
Myanmar Mountains, bye- byes, and rationed power – welcome to Burma!
As I reluctantly handed over 20,000 kyat for a windowless room large enough for a single bed and a fan on the wall, I padlocked my bike downstairs went upstairs to have a shower. The only unlocked door was that of what seemed like a giant concrete bath full of water. The drain pipe was clogged…
