These travels are split into 3 separate journeys between 2007 and 2010. I went across Europe to Georgia, from Georgia to India and cycled in Mongolia.
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ran around the fields having adventures
I have recently been living in London, studying a MA Design Critical Practice and writing up / processing writing and photography from my travels
My undergrad was Environment, Economics and Ecology at York University
He I am exploring the Dales and Moors in the mountain biking club.
After my undergrad I started a design business
after 6 months I was sick of working in front of a screen and the boring aspects of running a business
I found a season job as a mountain bike guide with a company on an island called Korcula in Croatia.
It was a big change and intense at first. I had to maintain a fleet of bikes and deal with people of all riding abilities and take long rides on rocky terrain in the heat of the day.
After 6 months I returned to the UK full of energy and enthusiasm but I found myself in another IT job
Spent the next year planning to go cycle touring.
A good thing about bicycle travel is it is slow because you get to see everything at a rate the brain can process.
Managed to get a variety of sponsors, decided to make a film, start doing photography, and writing a regular journal.
After the leaving party June 2007.
After asking for water in Belgium and getting invited in. Fascinating people- made his own longbows, rennovated a massive dug out canoe and told us all about solar panel subsidies in Belgium.
Start to a long night in Romania near the border.
Romanian countriside.
Some images of people I stayed with - French family near Lyon in France.
Shahram and his family isfahan, Iran
Mongolia - Kublai Khan on the wall.
Turkish farming family at the end of Ramadan, celebrated with by eating traditional foods and sweets.
Lamb rogan josh with my police escort in Pakistan in a provincial village called Sibi near Quetta.
Meeting some old men in Yerevan Armenia.
Images of cycling through Europe. This is camping in the mountains in Switzerland.
This is the long distance cycling superhighway; the Danube way stretching into Eastern Europe.
Leaving a village in which we had stayed the night with a gypsy family in the Romanian mountains.
Girls from England who came with us from Budapest to Istanbul on bikes from the scrapheap.
Istanbul, workers on the roof of a mosque.
This is one of many chay shops to shelter from the cold winter in Turkey. Each one had its own atmosphere.
Sleeping in a bus shelter in summer-graded sleeping bags in Turkey.
Tbilisi at new year in the coldest winter on record -20.
Georgia – felt different from Turkey and the rest of Europe.
Strong sense of own culture.
Dancing
Food.
Passionate people.
Big mountains and impressive nature.
My friend Tom went his own separate way, meeting a girl in Armenia and deciding to marry her.
I rented a flat and started writing my book looking out over grapevines on my balcony and the mountains.
Mountains are near the Russian border in Shattilli.
Good for mountain biking hence starting the mountain bike tours.
Traditional Italian-style courtyard Architecture in Tbilsi.
Performance in the Pankisi Gorge, near Chechnya.
I decided to continue to cycle to India, through Iran, and Pakistan. I hadn’t finished travelling yet. I wanted to travel alone. My life on the road so far had become so enriched so I didn’t want to stop and India was an obvious milestone to reach beyond Georgia.
There were some political demonstrations about elections whilst I was in Tbilisi.
Angles in this photo, the bag, old skis, the long dark coat, the black figure refelcted in the background.
Iran, Yazd.
Police escort Iran.
Quetta Pakistan.
This image was captured by the roadside in the mountains near Quetta, Pakistan.
This is an image I saw whilst taking a break on the highway.
'road culture’; chai walas, truck stops, and the constant din of traffic and the
Desire to deliberately take diversions into small villages to see more of the family and agricultural
Children on the street lined up for me.
This is at the Wagah border between Pakistan and India.
I stayed for some days in the Golden Temple – making food for 45,000 per day
Here I was flagged down on the road near Chandigarh for an interview. The journalist asked me where I had come from and couldn’t believe I had come through Pakistan.
Swarmi G from Bharuch in Gujarat who took me into his Ashram. I spent time with him and other gurus and then I became ill after eating a dodgy coconut curry and to my surprise we found a cobra in the drinking water tank.
From the roof of a guesthouse in Jodhpur in the morning.
A boy swimming in the ganges.
This meditation camp, run by the Swami, was happening at 5 am and there were already 15 games of cricket in the surrounding park.
This is an image of a Theyyam which is a traditional South Indian ritual. It lasted for 24 hours and was basically an endurance dancing competition in these unwieldy outfits.
After returning from Delhi to Georgia and living there for almost a year, I returned to the UK and then in April 2010 I took the Trans Siberian train with friend Tom, 5000 miles across Russia to Ulaan Baatar and began to cycle across the country.
The vast Mongolian skies are etched in my memory.
Sometimes it was possible to see for many miles in all directions witnessing all kinds of cloud formation and weather approaching. The weather would often change in a moment and we had snow, rain, hail, dust storms, and strong winds.
River crossing
Crossing the Steppe.
When I came to writing the book I was surprised how well I could remember details of the trip. The journey had connected everything together in a meaningful way and the nature of the experiences meant that in every moment I was more aware so they were etched strongly into my mind.
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