Stories from the coal face of motorcycle tours in Asia and beyond. Tales of blood, sweat, laughter and the odd motorbike or two. Zed's recent adventures and a few stories from the deep dark past . . .
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After being off Blog for six months and with help of someone much more tech savvie (not difficult). We’re back on again. Damn those porn spreading hackers. Not that I ever have anything interesting to say. But it is nice to be able to say it.
Back in my early 20′s when we first started exploring the Cambodian wilderness, all we needed for a ride was a battered XLR250 rental, a pair of ex-army boots, a krama (a traditional Cambodian scarf) to wrap round your head or use as an improvised tow rope, and a pair of sunnies. No GPS, no […]
Tickets to go up the mountain are free – issued at the tourist office at the bottom. But as soon as you leave the office on your bike the tourist police will pull you over and take you to there office and give you shake downs from – Cambodian driving license, wing mirrors, etc (despite […]
Article first published in Independent on Sunday, UK then syndicated to the South China Morning Post, Hong Kong.