Crossing the finishing line

Our goodbye in Murghab was rather emotional. After all, Frances and I had spent almost 80 days on the road together; camped, ate, suffered and enjoyed cycling through five different countries, from -28m up to 4,300m of elevation. And now it was over and I was heading to China. Continue reading Crossing the finishing line

Into the Pamir mountains

From Dushanbe there is only one way east: the Pamir Highway with its different branches through various valleys. Different from what its name suggests, the Pamir Highway isn’t actually a highway. Especially the valley we chose has more stones and sand than asphalt. Read on, if you’d like to know what 250 kilometres of worst gravel road do to wo/man and machine. Continue reading Into the Pamir mountains