“This…is…simply…breathtaking”, Matt gasped as he looked at the snow capped Kyrgyz mountains that surrounded us. Harriet was slumped over her handlebars and breathing heavily; she didn’t respond. For the first time in our trip we were cycling at over 2,500 metres. High-altitude…
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Ok, we’ll come clean. We’ve been cycling in the Kazakh and Uzbek deserts for two weeks and we can’t remember very much about it. It’s probably heat…
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Top travel tip: ask locals for recommendations to find unforgettable cycle routes. Let us introduce Giorgi (not his real name). We met Giorgi at a…
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Maybe it was only a matter of time, but this week we found ourselves in the back of a police van staring at our feet. As the police van hurtled along…
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We stood in the doorway of an old wooden slaughter house in deserted rural Greece and looked at each other. It was getting dark and we needed somewhere…
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Of course this week we could tell you about our jaws dropping at the views of the Montenegrin coastline, cycling through snow at (literally) the highest…
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The sweat dripped from our foreheads as we turned another uphill corner in the 400m climb over a beautiful Croatian island. The legs have been tackling…
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As we sat on a bench outside the Monaco Yacht Club, a stone’s throw from the Monte Carlo Casino, Matt crammed another crisp into his tomato and cheese…
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