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…

Why did I come here?

It was 9:30pm at night and I found myself in a town with no where to sleep. I had been driven to come here but I could not work out why. An hour earlier I had found a camping spot, admittedly it was next to a cemetery, but I’ve always thought ‘you’re not a real…

Callous China Calls Me

I’m about to embark on an incredible journey yet I’m struggling and hating my experience…

Crawling out from the Shadow

So I’m slowly coming out of my ‘can’t be fucked’ ness – apologies to those who I’ve offended – it is just a word – and really the only word I can find that adequately describes how I’ve been feeling. I could go on here about my word finding difficulties and severe memory issues that…

The bumpy road ahead

I woke at 5am, my legs aching from cycling 100 hilly km the day before and then being forced to curl into a ball for the whole night to avoid touching the sodden sides of the tent. It was like I was on an island with the outside edges of my Yoga mat having soaked…

The road less travelled (by accident)

So I’m pretty sure I’ve destroyed any belief that it’s not possible for a woman to do everything; if any Thai person in the Chiang Mai and Tak Province may have seen me the past few days. Normally I get many waves, smiles and hello’s when I’m cycling. However, the past few days all I’ve…