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It is a thoroughly foul day for cycling and not at all the kind of weather I’d hoped would accompany my crossing into Turkey, the 15th country of my ride around the world. This is a crossing and a country which I have been looking forward to more than most; the last co...

The crossing to Georgia is one of the easiest of my trip – British nationals are permitted to stay for an entire year in the country without a visa and the border guards not only speak English but go out of their way to welcome me to their country – I am cheerfully esc...

The majority of my 24 hour ferry crossing of the Caspian Sea has been blessed with beautiful blue skies and sunshine, but as we draw closer to land the clouds begin to thicken and by the time we make port in the city of Baku it has become a thoroughly miserable afterno...

I stop by the bazaar on my way out of Bukhara to load my panniers up with food. It is almost a thousand miles northwest through the desert, out of Uzbekistan and through to the lonely Kazakh city of Aktau on the Caspian Sea. There are not many towns between here and th...

Uzbekistan is a country with a fascinating history, and to me it is the most defining part of Central Asia. Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Timur; some of history’s greatest conquerors have marauded through this region. The great silk road cities of Samarkand and Bu...

I cross out of Kyrgyzstan and back into Kazakhstan for the second time this month, taking full advantage of the country's convenient 15 day visa free period. I have hardly gone on for half an hour before I am invited into the home of a local family for lunch and few po...

Riding out of Karakol I feel fresh and excited for the road ahead. Panniers loaded with bread and pasta, I ride at a relaxed pace for half a day to the shores of Lake Issyk-kul, the 10th largest lake in the world and the 2nd largest saline lake after the Caspian Sea. I...

Kyrgyzstan is known as the Switzerland of Central Asia, and I have not been in the country long at all before this status is thoroughly confirmed. Leaving the vast, windswept and barren plains of Kazakhstan behind me, I follow a bumpy dirt road towards the mountains. T...

My first day in Central Asia starts with beautiful blue skies and a lie-in. After the extreme mental and physical pressures of the last month’s blitz through China, I feel it is well deserved. Although I am keen for a day off I have decided to keep going until I reach...

I crawl out of my tent and stretch, yawning as I look around at the new day breaking. For the first time in weeks, I am camped surrounded by greenery. The main body of the Taklamakan Desert lies behind me and I am finally on the northern silk road out of China. I have...

I am sat on an old stone monument with a cup of tea and some instant noodles, looking up at the blue sky and enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. According to my map it should be around 1900km out of China and I have 15 days left on my visa. An endless expanse of...

It will be a challenging month. I have 27 days to ride around 3600km through China and over the border into Kazakhstan. Furthermore rather than taking the easier route skirting around the northern fringe of the Tibetan Plateau, I have decided to go straight over it. I...

I am stamped promptly out of Laos and quickly pedal over the border into China. I am briefly interrogated by the border police as to my travel plans, where I faithfully attest that I will certainly not be cycling into any restricted areas, and that I certainly wouldn’t...

My time in Laos starts poorly as I am almost immediately forced to swerve my bicycle off the road to avoid being rolled over by an enormous truck that is driving on the wrong side of the road. I start cursing at it before realising with embarrassment that in Laos you d...

It is cloudy as I leave Bangkok, but I am still sweating profusely as I weave through the chaotic and aggressive traffic for an hour before escaping onto a muddy single track dirt road heading out of town. I have spent a productive week in Bangkok getting my bicycle fi...

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