Category Archives: soulsearching

On doing well

I’m not depressed any more. And hopefully I won’t be for a very long time, although I won’t be so naïve as to claim that I’ve beaten the disease into submission forever. And life with all of its colours and its contours restored is a very lovely place indeed. But it’s not all plain sailing. […]

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Less than a thousand words

In the middle of a brisk autumnal ride to Brighton last weekend, just after we lost sight of the two parakeets who had amorously followed my riding buddy’s yellow helmet all the way from Croydon to Reigate, she remarked that she’d looked at my blog the other day, and the top entry still opens with […]

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Don’t go to Balochistan

Note:  A few days after I wrote this post, the cyclist concerned gave an alternative version of events. I currently have no way of knowing whose account is more accurate, and since the bulk of my argument still stands, I have left it as it is. ______________________________________________________________________________ You’ll probably have heard – a couple of […]

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A certain slant of light

My goodness me, it’s been nine whole months since I flew back to London from Japan. This was not my plan. I was supposed to be in Mexico by now. But as you’ll probably have noticed, if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, my life quite frequently deviates from the plans I make […]

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How to go home

On my fourth day on the road, all those months ago, I passed through London, and there was a fond farewell party on the roof of an old multi-storey carpark in Peckham. It’s a memory I often revisit as I ride through the deserts and the mountains and the vast tracts of earth where there […]

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Disclaimer

I’m going to stop playing it cool, and admit that I am somewhat overwhelmed by this week’s award. Excited and proud too, but mostly overwhelmed. I feel like I’ve given myself a lot to live up to. And it’s brought on a bad case of writer’s block, since I can no longer pretend that this […]

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Taking it easy

I learned an important lesson this week: moderation. As you might have noticed, it’s not one of my strong points. I’ll either be riding 100 miles a day to beat a visa deadline (and feeling like a superhero), or sitting around in comfy expat enclaves (Islamabad, Hong Kong) for weeks on end, doing nothing (and […]

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Words on wheels

I’m still in Hong Kong, and my enforced holiday from cycling has given me plenty of time and space to think about the world, my life and everything. (You might have guessed this from the inordinately long and unusually frequent blog posts I’ve been writing recently.) The end (of Asia) is in sight. I got […]

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The loneliness of the long distance

Most of the time I don’t even think about what it means to be a woman on the road. I mean, it’s not as if I have to wake up every morning, pop in my ovaries, strap on my breasts, spend a careful half hour putting on my make-up and then decorously and delicately wend […]

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Grounded in Gilgit

A few hours after I arrived in Gilgit I was taken ill. It was nothing serious –  just a splitting headache, a sore throat and a fever – but it was deeply annoying. I had hoped to be back on the bike the next day, finally, after all these weeks of sitting around, launching myself […]

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