I'd promised myself a rest day so decided upon Kampot as the place. A small riverside town with plenty of restaurants and bars, it seemed like a good spot to rest and catch up with some work. I woke to the sounds of cockerels in the beautiful surroundings of the Kampot Cabana. I struggled to lie in, my previous days…
The lights glistened on the estuary outside my hotel balcony in Ha Tien as I woke before dawn. My plan for the day was to ride north from Ha Tien, leave Vietnam behind, and cross the border at Prek Chak over into Cambodia for the remainder of my trip. I began the day with a ride along the water's edge…
I left the hotel by 5:40am before the heat of the day struck. The roads at this time are slightly less busy, but still busy by my standards. My plan was to leave the city to the northwest, following the river, then head directly west on the main road to Tri Ton, after which I would have a little time…
I awoke to the sounds of countless cockerels in the gardens of the homestay. Breakfast was an absolute delight, with delicious bread, passion fruit, watermelon, tea, coffee, an omelette, and some spongiform translucent cupcake shaped local delicacy. To the latter I tried one but passed on the remaining four. I was sad to be leaving the Nam Thamh Homestay, my stay…
I was up and out of my hotel by 06:00am. The road outside the hotel was full of potholes but I just about managed to eat my baguette and jam as I left Tra Vinh behind. My plan was to head northwest all day, first towards Cang Long, then to take a back road for the last few miles towards…
I awoke to the sounds of countless cockerels in the gardens of the homestay. The day started with a noodle breakfast overlooking the Mekong. There seemed to be some cloud cover ahead and I wondered whether it would be slightly cooler today. No sooner had I thought this, the sun burned through the clouds and it was once again, sweltering.…
It all started with a freakishly promising weather forecast in one of my favourite places in the world – Snowdonia. The last weekend of October wouldn’t ordinarily be associated with good weather, but this weekend was different, so Dave and I decided to plan a weekend of adventure in North Wales. We left early on Saturday and arrived into Betws-y-Coed…
I am hugely passionate about adventure and the benefits it can have, but what exactly makes an adventure? A quick Google search of definition of adventure brings up the following: "an unusual or daring experience", but I feel this does not do the term any justice. I've also heard it defined as "an activity or endeavour through which the outcome is uncertain"…
An extract from my diary on our first London to Paris recce in May 2012: Our London to Paris Bike Ride had begun well and we’d made it to the ferry on time. As we arrived at Dover we decided to get some groceries from the supermarket with a view of avoiding the overpriced food on the ferry. We bought…