Kathmandu what a man gotta do.

I climbed from the longest bus journey on earth to step into an immensely dusty world! Luckily Martin (have I told you about Martin? ...and bikes?) had warned me of such so I didn't find it too surprising, although I did struggle to find a place to put my bags down before I headed onward … Continue reading Kathmandu what a man gotta do.

Crossing the border.

My next port of call was Nepal. The only thing is that it was 342miles away and a long jaunt. I’d been heavily researching border crossings and the various ways in which I could make such a trip in the most pain free way. Luckily I’d found a superb article written by Sharell Cook on … Continue reading Crossing the border.