Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Balochistan Package Tour

And then, after my unscheduled extra rest day, I was back on the road again. After a year (and one more day) of worrying, I wasn’t able to dredge up any more anxiety about Balochistan, but I was terribly curious to find out how I’d get on. A cyclist who’d ridden through in the opposite […]

Leave a Comment

The absurdity of Islamabad

And now back to the present. For the past week I’ve been in Islamabad, for the first big pitstop of my journey. I’m staying with an old friend from London, who works as a journalist out here, and after celebrating my 30th birthday last Friday, I gloomily plunged into another orgy of admin, planning, preparation […]

Leave a Comment

Dolce far niente

For some reason I didn’t want to leave Bam. I got up at the crack of dawn, but instead of hitting the road, I sat in the courtyard on my own, eating a long slow breakfast, and writing the following email to my father. I’m sitting here in Bam with all my bags packed and […]

Leave a Comment

Do you need any help?

These are five words I hear far too rarely. But it’s not that no one ever offers to help me. Oh no. (See the rest of this blog for ample evidence to the contrary.) Rather, quite a lot of the ‘help’ I receive is actually unrequired, unrequested, and sometimes downright unwelcome. Before you start thinking […]

Leave a Comment

Days of miracle and wonder

The day before I was due to ride into Balochistan, I woke up to the devastating news that a London cycle courier had been killed by a bus on Bishopsgate. I didn’t know Henry that well – we’d nod in passing, and had had one or two brief conversations when our paths crossed in loading […]

Leave a Comment