It’s July 2017. I’ve been granted a year sabbatical from work, sold up all my stuff in the UK and headed into the sweltering heat of New Delhi during the monsoon.
I bought a bike in a bustling market district and set out on the open (generally potholed) road to make new stories – and holy shit, have I had an adventure so far.
This thread is currently being written while I’m riding – stay tuned for updates!
I arrive and adjust to India, and begin to discover some things about myself.
Sai and I pick up our bikes, a straggler and end up breaking a cardinal rule for driving in India.
The team reach Dharamsala, home of the Dalai Lama, and into forced relaxation.
It’s the first day back on the bike, and not everything has gone exactly to plan.
Adventures with a ‘sprained wrist’ lead me to the operating table.
Eventually I escape the hospital bureaucracy and head to Rishikesh to plan the next, one-armed adventure.
One of the highest motorable roads in the world happens to be a little longer than we’d planned for.
‘Lads on Tour’ head North from Leh to Never-ever-land.
Convalescence should continue, but my arm is easily twisted into more biking adventures.
It was time to leave the home comforts of Manali and head into one of the most beautiful and remote places in the world – Spiti Valley
Riding out of Spiti valley, it’s long solo days and landslides that direct my adventure.
Without a map I find myself struggling to get anywhere and in trouble with the police. Welcome to Nepal!
My two week downtime in Pokhara was no less eventful than you can imagine!
One final standoff with the police before Kathmandu leaves a bitter taste. Drastic action is needed to escape the city.
A stunning twelve day side-adventure takes me to Everest Base Camp
Highway days, jungle exploration and some of the best riding roads to date.
Half a tonne of motorcycle, churned up gulches and two days of storms make for an interesting riding combination.
I claw my way back to Assam only to realise the jungle may have changed me forever.
Invariably, catching a train with a motorcycle turns out to be a pretty interesting experience.
Sprinting down the Eastern coast – I’m looking for that place to lay my hat.
From the southernmost tip of India to the glistening hill stations of Tamil Nadu
With so much time to think my mind turns back to life at home.
I continue deep into the deep desert on more appropriate transport.
Close to the end of my journey though India, there’s chance for one more big blowout.
I finally leave India for Vietnam and suffer at the hands of hedonism (Crossover Post – the rest of the Adventure is coming soon!)