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Sightseeing in Venice was not something I was particularly looking forward to. I'd heard stories of long queues, relentless selfies, over zealous souvenir-sellers, and coach (boat) loads of people filling the streets. I'd spent the last few days in front of a computer catching up on emails, doing some christmas shopping and organising some future marketing strategies. Each morning I'd…

fat biking in the dolomites

The Dolomites is a truly unique place and, since visiting in 2015 on a road trip, I promised myself I would visit each year from then on. It had had that much of an impact on me! Luckily, I'd been invited by Trentino Tourism to visit the Brenta Dolomites for a workshop showcasing what is on offer in the area.…

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I'd met Robin & Katsha from Germany whilst washing my bike (again) in the hotel garden. I got the impression they thought I was mad for washing it so incessantly and, when I realised that during their extended cycle through South-East Asia they hadn't washed theirs once, I started to understand why. They were on a far longer trip than…

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I decided to move on from Koh Rong. I've never been a beach person anyway, but I was conscious of time and I was looking forward to cycling again. After watching the sunrise, I sat and had coffee whilst doing some writing under the palm trees. Getting my bicycle to and from my room in Vagabonds was anything but easy.…

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I awoke to the sound of the sea lapping up the sand below my tent platform. There had been a rainstorm overnight and the air was fresh, I decided to take a walk along the beach. Koh Rong Samloem is the smaller of the two Koh Rongs and is supposed to be far less developed than its' bigger brother. As…

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I was awake before sunrise with a heavy head. As the sun rose I was pedalling out of Kampot munching on a baguette I'd bought the previous day. My plan was to ride west out of the city towards Prey Nob, then out to Sihanoukville on the coast. I'd heard that Sihanoukville wasn't a particularly nice place so I would…

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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…

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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…

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