Home

Beach Life in Rio

I originally set off on my very first bike trip heading to India with my best friend and just two months bike riding experience between us. It proved to be a baptism of fire as we wobbled our way out of the UK and across Europe, negotiating with the various bureaucratically obsessed border crossings as we meandered and muddled our way through Asia to India.

Breaking bones, doing bad Abba impressions and reading maps upside down all whilst wrestling a quarter tonne bike with two of us on it.

That first journey was supposed to last nine months but I ended up crossing four