How many countries have you been through?
So far, twenty-one. (Wales, England, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Austria, Slovenia, Italy, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Kosovo, Serbia, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, China, South Korea, Japan.)
Isn’t it dangerous?
Not really. At least, not significantly more dangerous than your life or anyone else’s. Certainly not more dangerous than being a bike messenger in Central London, which is what I did before.
Do you get scared?
Sometimes, but not often. And usually of things like weather and failure, rather than people.
Are you alone?
Yes. Unless I happen to coincide with another cyclist who’s going the same way, but that rarely happens for longer than a few days.
What do you do if you get a puncture?
I fix it. It’s really not difficult.
What do your parents think?
I was a bit worried they’d react badly, but they’re both delighted. My mother because I’ve supplied her with enough gossip to last a lifetime, and my father because he gets to geek out over my mileages, route, whereabouts, daily average speed, etc.
How are you paying for this?
I worked very hard in several jobs for the two years before I left, and was also lucky enough to get an insurance payout for a minor road traffic accident a few years ago. Contrary to what some people have suspected, I am not funded by my parents, or the UK government.
Are you going to write a book about it?
Yes. No. Maybe. Isn’t this blog enough? It’s already longer than a book.