Quick update after our first few days on the road. We’ve arrived in the tiny tiny sleepy sleepy town of Hope. I’ve managed to track down a yoga class for this evening; seems a good way of stretching out tired …[ Read More → ]
After chatting to our host Alan, a wiry, lithe guide whose inhabited these parts for some 27 years (we’re camping in his garden, amongst the twenty or so bikes parked up and dozens of tyres scattered about like pasta …[ Read More → ]
… friends and family, here’s a rough outline of our route for you peace of mind. We shan’t bore you with details of how remote the stretch to Prudoe Bay is said to be, or the various tactics we’ve been …[ Read More → ]
The plane touched down at 9.30pm in Anchorage, swooping in over the sea, to an impressive backdrop of layer apon layer of mountains and glaciers. A pin crisp, clear, evening light. After bolting the bike together in …[ Read More → ]
Well, there’s just 10 days or so to go before I leave for Anchorage – time then to begin this blog.
Bizarrely, I’m in the position of being almost fully packed – normally, this simple task is carried out but …[ Read More → ]