Monthly Archives: December 2011

Buying a dog dazer in İstanbul

It’s going to be bloody cold in eastern Turkey. I know this because people warn me about it whenever I tell them I’m planning on riding there. It’s getting a bit boring, and I’m already as prepared – physically and mentally – as I can possibly get. I just want to be out there doing  […]

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Get out there

I’ve been told by many adventurers that the hardest part of any trip is taking the plunge and leaving the house, and 99.9% of people will never get that far. And I can believe it. For most of my life I’ve been one of the people who always talks about the incredible expeditions they plan […]

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Infrequently Asked Questions

Do your socks smell of cheese? Yes. Sometimes so badly that I dream of camembert and wake up hungry. Do you hand wash your socks and unders (and are they wool) and how long does it take them to dry? My socks are wool, and get handwashed every three days or so (liberal estimate). My […]

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Question time!

Ahem. I’m getting a little behind with my one-post-per-day project, so this one’s an unashamed filler. My dear friend Farzana reckons I should start answering questions from my readers, and has set the ball rolling by asking me how long it takes to pitch my tent every night. About two minutes, I’d guess, but I’ll […]

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In praise of wild camping

Every now and then, when I was riding through Europe, I’d mistime my day, and end up riding into a city as evening fell. This is a mistake, because there’s rarely anywhere in a city where I can pitch my tent without being discovered, harassed or moved on, so I ended up having to pay […]

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Isn’t it dangerous?

This, of course, is one of the first questions people ask when they find out that a defenceless woman like me is trying to ride her bicycle around the world. And no, it’s not. Not at all. I don’t know exactly what’s running through people’s minds when they ask me this. Maybe they’re under the […]

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Introducing…

People keep asking me if the bike has a name yet. And until the first day of the trip, it didn’t. Since it was built by Oak Cycles, I wanted to give it some name that had something to do with oaks, trees, acorns… And then it came to me – Annie! As in Annie […]

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The Nantwich Syndrome

A few years ago, during a tour of the UK, I stopped for lunch in Nantwich on my way between Manchester and Birmingham. I’d never been there before, only vaguely heard of it, and definitely couldn’t have placed it on the map. And I can’t think of any other reason I’d end up there. It’s […]

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Twelve days of Christmas

I rolled up at the Kose Pension in Goreme the other day, grinning broadly as I realized that this was definitely the end of Chapter One. Now I have two non-bike weeks to look forward to, and a chance to relax, reflect and catch up with family before I get back on the bike and […]

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The road and the sky

The road’s still being kind to me, and I couldn’t resist showing you a few more pictures. Maybe this will eventually get boring, but I still think that the sight of a long, smooth, quiet road stretching out towards the horizon is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I’ve probably taken more […]

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