Black Dog Bicycling

An overnight sleeper took me north to Chiang Mai. Copying my co-passengers I scaled the narrow ladders and popped into my curtained pod...

Ko Lanta faded beyond the horizon as the last boat trip of this coastal diversion led me towards Trang. Islands and time floated by 

Cocooned in my forest lair by day, by night holed up in the sequestered serenity of the campsite's riverside glade. I passed my time ben...

I left Fraiser's Hill wreathed in a thick layer of wet mist. Ignore the spinal tap impersonator blocking the mist-obscur...

Suffice to say I didn't die. I accelerated downwards for perhaps five feet before my heels hit ledge. Jarred forward by the impact my ...

Departure #2 was from a lovely spot called Hutan Lipur Sungai Sendat, a waterfall, just north of KL. Peter, keen to test out his new hammo...

I was recently contacted by Fil Corbitt. A talented podcaster from Reno. Showing uncharacteristic poor judgment he wanted to do an intervi...

I was pleased to be waved through the border crossing at Dibba. I was pleased not to have to pay for a new Omani visa. I was less pleas...

Where the north-eastern extremity of the Arabian Peninsula tapers into the mouth of the Persian Gulf geography gets exciting and political b...

I left the mountains that had beguiled me so and moved from Oman's desert interior to her salty coastal plain. A different Oman...

Goodbye metropolis, hello desert. Negotiating the patchwork of four-lane M4 impressions which masquerade as quiet backroads on maps of Dub...

Leaving the remnants of the Shahs final excesses behind I cycled across the plain and through the mountains of the lower Zagros that separat...

Departing Yazd heading west meant leaving the desert plains and crossing a stark mountain range dominated by the 4075m high Shir Kuh. (Lion ...

Iran's geography fascinates. Bestriding the ancient overland trade routes of spice and silk and sitting at the literal crossroads betwee...

It occurs to me that in my haste to write my previous post I didn't really discuss Iran as a country outside how it impacted on my cycli...

I spent a couple of days ostensibly riding out the weather in Meghri but really immobilised by the prospect of leaving for the unknown of I...

Before leaving Goris I happened upon this diagram in the hostel guestbook written by a very thoughtful cyclist who had passed through some y...

What I may lack in pun quality I try to make up for in exuberant quantity. Having spent a comfortable pagan night camped amongst the stone...

A deliriously fun descent from Selim was the first order of the day and with Handel's Trumpet Concertio pushing away thoughts of my froz...

I took a Marshutka to Yerevan which meant going to some wasteland behind a pharmacy and saying Yerevan to various loiterers before lucking u...