Right. A bit of a delay in posting, thanks to helicopter flights over Mount Cook (read on), some 160 miles of utterly amazing cycling over three days, a need for early nights and a severe paucity of internet and even mobile phone connections down New Zealand’s West Coast. There’s a lot to report, so I’ll […]Read More Swapped bike for chopper over Mount Cook: 250 km from Haast to Ross…
Greetings, friends and relations, from Middle Earth. There have been moments these last two days, my third and fourth in NZ pedalling first into a ferocious hidwund (sorry, headwind) some 45 miles from Wanaka to Makarora, and then today a further 50 miles through blazing heat and increasingly rainforesty mountains to Haast on the South […]Read More Days Three and Four – reached the coast
Boy, do I need a faster laptop for my next big bike journey (and maybe some classier shades?) Lovely little Acer netbook, but it gets into the biggest spin (as Sue found out in India in the spring) when you ask it to do more than two things at once. It’s taken me nearly three […]Read More Made It! Over Highest metalled road in NZ
Read on to the end to find out about the phone box, but here at the top, let me put my cards straight on the table today. Long-distance cycling has to be the happiest-making activity on the planet. I remember a Guardian chap (Mike Carter, written about before on this blog) describing an anti-clockwise trip […]Read More Arrowtown – with probably the world’s most expensive phone booth
A sobering quarter century or so ago, I recall appearing with our Barbershop Quartet The Four Tones in the British Embassy Pantomime (can’t remember what the nominal theme was, but it was hilarious) in Peking-as-was/Beijing-as-is with a jaunty, entertainingly xenophobic song that had as its refrain “Zat’s why you lurve ze French.” (Cliche-laden photo right of, right-to-left, […]Read More What is it with France?
Ah well. It was worth the planning and the effort. But in the event, I’m not going to do the Great-2012-Bike-Trip-Of-A-Lifetime to Moscow and Hanoi. So instead of images from the road to Moscow and then from Beijing to Hanoi, let me illustrate this blog entry first (left) with the lovely balloons from Meg and […]Read More Dreams Postponed – the Bike Trip is Off
Sadly, sadly, dear friends, followers and supporters, the feared flare of neck and nerves happened in Holland, and I’m afraid to have to report that today Tuesday I am back home in Cirencester, having been retrieved from the Harwich ferry this morning by my lovely Sue. As you can see from the pictures, I did […]Read More Pedalus Interruptus