India and the Golden Temple...

I'm in India. I feel tired to be honest. It's a good job I have the opportunity to rest for a few days. I rewind my memory, jolting to yesterday, riding to the Pakistan-India border, getting caught up with a load of super-rich Dutch classic car enthusiasts, sitting having a beer, contorting to film the border ceremony around hoards of people.

Hindi is buzzing around the humid atmosphere of the internet cafe.

The way to Lahere

I'm in Lahore after gradually making my way up here from Quetta.

The mountains down from Quetta to Sibi were beautiful but in Sibi I ran into my police escort. They proceeded to ruin the process for the next few days. This meant that I couldn't do what I wanted, I had to stay in cockroach infested cheap hotels, I wasn't allowed to stay with locals or follow the usual routine of camping.

New Lands

I cycled from Kerman. I was scared. I'd heard nothing positive about the road after Kerman. Luckily as usual the negative hot air is hyped out of proportion.

I met a great guy in Mahan who gave me a huge insight into the Iranian and Islamic way. He spoke good English and we chatted for about 4 hours.

Persia and other tales

Iran has at times been a challenge with regards to cycling alone. I have dealt with this mostly by recording myself talking on a voice recorder, singing, shouting, listening to the Mighty Boosh and occasionally weeping.

Path, direction and large floating triangles of rock

Just a quick one this. I've pedalled down into the south of Iran. The weather has been pretty hot during the middle of the day so I'm on the road by 6 to make the most of the cool clear mornings.

Back on the Road, for now.

Hi, I’m back in that bumpy, unforgiving place of discovery they call the road. This time I've only got myself and the wildlife for company.  I’m in exotic ancient Persia, or Iran on modern maps. I traversed the mountainous land of Armenia in a thigh burning, vodka toting, but rewarding 6 days.

The luxury of experience has offered me nuggets of wisedom when travelling by 2 wheeled steeds. Eat a huge amount, drink vast quantities, and use the flow.

Back on the Road, for now.

Hi, I’m back in that bumpy, unforgiving place of discovery they call the road. This time I've only got myself and the wildlife for company.  I’m in exotic ancient Persia, or Iran on modern maps. I traversed the mountainous land of Armenia in a thigh burning, vodka toting, but rewarding 6 days.

The luxury of experience has offered me nuggets of wisedom when travelling by 2 wheeled steeds. Eat a huge amount, drink vast quantities, and use the flow.