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It was spring 1994 - or was it 1995? I’m not completely sure - when a ‘motorcycle club’-member proposed a trip to the Vercors. Read more
It’s hard to imagine being able to ride across a first world country covered in perfect pavement everywhere, and not use any of it. Read more
The square-edged slab of tarmac that extended into our future demarcated the border between the DRC and Angola. Right on the line, the washed-out, haggard tracks of the DRC ended and Angola began. Read more
Riding the Grand Canyon, and Not Bumping Into 6.4 Million Other Tourists…It Is Possible? YES! Read more
Is it the love of peaty whisky, tartan kilts and a wee bit of ceilidh - Gaelic for ‘party’ - which lures us towards the upper part of Great Britain? Read more
January 2019. While working on a project in Valencia with people from all over Europe we met Ilayda. She was different from most of the people we had ever met. Read more
