Pedal 360 Archive

Beijing to Anchorage by plane. Whoosh Diary Entry, 26th July 2015: “I sit in the tent and see something moving under my food. I stay still....

Dry construction gravel crunches in clouds of dust as tyres roll around trenches and sewerage pipes, through closed streets and between excavators. Workers and market...

1. The Swedish Prison A tattered cardboard box and four red panniers circle on a conveyer belt. A whispering motor and staccato heels break vast aeronautical...

Stuck again. Like lures on the end of fishing lines, my scrawled notices for crewing positions flap in the wind, waiting for a bite, on...

I wake on the floor as shards of daylight bite my face, a shirt clings to my clammy skin and I exhale an oily breath...

In arid one degree humidity, the late spring sun beats an exhausting forty nine degrees Celsius upon the terracotta corrugated sandpit that is the Great...

From the bright sunlight of Beaufort Street I wander through a wooden door into the dimly lit restaurant. A familiar song plays as candles flicker...

“The true measure of a nation’s standing is how well it attends to its children – their health and safety, their material security, their education...

On beginning a blog about long distance bicycle travel, I swore to myself that I would never write about the negativity, the hardships, the whining...

Phonsavanh, a small provincial capital in Northern Laos of ugly cement buildings congregated on the intersection of two ‘main’ roads. Cafe’s, guest houses and motorbike...


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