Week Thirty-Two: Welcome to India

Week Thirty-Two: Welcome to India

India. The land of colour, curries and endless selfies. As you know, our first few days here were spent cooped up on some sort of transport, so this week has been the first time that we truly felt like we had left Nepal and arrived in India. Wow. It’s been a sensory overload – and it’s only the beginning…

Week Thirty-One: The Taxman, A Truck Driver and Train Panic

Week Thirty-One: The Taxman, A Truck Driver and Train Panic

Bike problems are a given on a cycle tour, we get that. But our second cracked rim became something of a real pain in the ####. Not only did it force us to rent me a mountain bike for £140, leave the Annapurna Circuit early, and reluctantly order Dan a new wheel (third time is not a charm), we also had to collect the wheels in person from Kathmandu airport customs and pay a stinking VAT bill…

Republished: ‘Week Twenty-Two: Airlifted From Everest’

Republished: ‘Week Twenty-Two: Airlifted From Everest’

As you know, last week, we went on a Twelve Day Everest Base Camp Trek. This was meant to be a treat to ourselves after surviving the mess in Russia. We actually borrowed money from our house fund to pay for it *slaps wrist*. Yet this turned out to be another hellish experience, which resulted in Dan being airlifted to hospital in Kathmandu – and it wasn’t for altitude sickness...

Weeks Twenty-Eight to Thirty: Annapurna By Bike

Weeks Twenty-Eight to Thirty: Annapurna By Bike

Oh man, where do we even begin. Firstly, I’ll apologise: I think we’re cheating a little by grouping three week’s worth of blog posts together. We do have a good excuse, mind you. We’ve been riding around in the Himalayas, going where the oxygen gets so thin that it starts messing with your body. Idiots, I know, but it’s just too much fun.

Week Twenty-Six: Two Temporarily Became Three

Week Twenty-Six: Two Temporarily Became Three

With the odd exception, Dan and I have spent most of the last six-months as a lonesome twosome, having fleeting moments of communication with other humans in shops, hotels and restaurants. This week, however, we had a full-time friend and second visitor, Dan’s cousin, Tom (the guy whose wedding we went back for in June)…

Week Twenty-Four: An Accidental 4* Hotel

Week Twenty-Four: An Accidental 4* Hotel

As you know, we’ve had some time off the bikes due to recent scandals and scams. We’ve been slowly easing ourselves back into cycling with some flat, easy rides around Kathmandu Valley. This week, we had our first fully-loaded hill climb in about six weeks – since we were in Europe. Wow. It was tough…

Week Twenty-Three: Eggs. TV. Bourbons. Repeat.

Week Twenty-Three: Eggs. TV. Bourbons. Repeat.

We’ve lived some weird kind of groundhog day this week, as we nursed Dan back to full peddle power. We’d wake up and eat last night’s cold pizza, before going out for a late eggs Benedict breakfast (yes, we were still digging for that bone). We’d then spend the afternoon watching films and gorging on bourbon biscuits. Come dinnertime, we’d head back out for pizza, doggy-bagging the slices we couldn’t fit in our faces, to eat cold the following morning. I kid you not. We did this four days in a row…

Week Twenty-One: As Normal As It Gets?

Week Twenty-One: As Normal As It Gets?

It’s been a relatively normal week this week. No court appearances. No visa problems. No in-flight fires. Just your standard week in Nepal. Things got so normal, we even had a duvet day and watched three films back-to-back. Obviously we never actually got in the duvet because it’s practically 100°c. We binged on Toy Story, The Post and The Death of Stalin, only leaving the hotel room to eat…

Week Twenty: Everest's On The Horizon

Week Twenty: Everest's On The Horizon

You’d think after our Russian scandal, we’d have a bit of luck on our side. Think again. Not only was there a fire on our flight to Kathmandu, we ran into yet another visa problem. You really couldn’t make this stuff up…

Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen: Our Russian Visa Expired

Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen: Our Russian Visa Expired

Visas are a tricky little thing that every traveller has to deal with at some point. The trick to tackling them is organisation. That’s why we applied for our Russia visa back in March, before we actually left the UK in April – four months before we even expected to enter Russia. But all that forethought and planning was quashed by an incompetent Visa Agent, leaving us with an expired visa and a trip to Russian Federal Court…

Week Seventeen: Bye, Bye, Bikes

Week Seventeen: Bye, Bye, Bikes

This week, we arrived in Saint Petersburg after white-knuckle riding the last bit of the E20, which involved four lanes of traffic and dramatic arm signals. Now I was going to jump straight into the goings on in Saint Petersburg and Moscow, but I just wanted to point out the amount of steps we’ve walked this week…

Week Sixteen: End of Chapter One

Week Sixteen: End of Chapter One

This week definitely felt like the end of the first chapter. We crossed into Russia. We hit 5,000km on our CatEye Cycle Computer. I filled my first diary. And as a final full stop, we had our first dog chase as we left Estonia…

Week Fourteen: Muhu, Saaremaa & Hiiumaa

Week Fourteen: Muhu, Saaremaa & Hiiumaa

No, those aren’t the names of Dan’s imaginary friends, they’re the names of the three Estonia islands we cycled around this week. Yes, Estonia has islands! We were surprised too… 

Week Thirteen: Dan's Rim Exploded

Week Thirteen: Dan's Rim Exploded

Towards the end of each week, we rack our brains, trying to remember stuff that's happened (weeks and days blur together), which I then write about on the blog. This week was no different, except that I turned to Dan and said, ‘we’ve had a pretty uneventful week, this week’. Never will I ever say those words out loud again, as on Sunday, Dan’s wheel rim literally exploded...

Week Eleven: Bribery, Impulsiveness & Sweden

Week Eleven: Bribery, Impulsiveness & Sweden

Beautifully dangerous. There are no two better words that could best describe our time in Norway. Every turn offered up a postcard-worthy view, but along with that often came dangerous (maybe a bit dramatic?) challenges…