Montserrat | an underestimated expedition

To my left was Jesus, looming over me and cast in metal, nailed to the cross. To my immediate right was Dan, wincing as he stood and put weight on what remained of his blistered feet. Yet my attention was being caught by something more outrageous still – the sun rising over the peaks of…

Nagarkot | himalayan heart break

Despite only being 32km east of Kathmandu, the local bus I had been squeezed into was still labouring on towards Nagarkot, 2 hours after leaving the city. As we wound our way up through the narrow roads of the Kathmandu valley, each village would appear through the mists only once we were right upon them –…

Annapurna | above where gods reside

“Base camp should be the start of your journey, not the end!” This is something which I petulantly claimed over a beer, looking out over Pokhara’s beautiful Phewa Lake. However, once the alcohol and delusions of grandeur had subsided, a 6/7 day expedition to Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) whilst I was in Nepal actually appealed more and more….

Kashmir | War and Peace, of Mind

“There’s an ATM 10 minutes up the road.” It wasn’t a lie, but then again it wasn’t the whole truth. “There’s an ATM 10 minutes up the road, underneath an armoured military installation; complete with razor-wire, sandbags, and soldiers armed with 50mm machine guns” – would have been a little more accurate. From 1989 onwards, insurgency…

Silence, multiplied by one billion, is still silence

Tomorrow I turn 30. As a parting gift to my beloved 20s I thought I’d share the story of one of my favourite and most valuable memories from this decade. It’s been fun, that’s for sure. Silence, multiplied by one billion, is still silence – The Indian Himalaya. Even for the uninitiated, any mention of India…

The Mongol Rally | mongolia

From the start line in England to the furthest Russian border, where we were patiently waiting our turn in the early morning warmth, the ineffable charm of Mongolia was soon to become a reality. Where our own stories of misadventure would replace the hundreds we’d heard from Mongol Rally veterans up until now. However, as we approached no-man’s…

The Mongol Rally | kazakhstan

Keeping eye contact to a minimum, we negotiated the Russian land border without much trouble, under a veil of morning lethargy, and drove into the rising sun towards Volgograd, where we were awoken by the spectacular. The Motherland was calling. A statue commissioned to commemorate the 1942/3 Battle of Stalingrad, The Motherland Calls, with her sword tip…

The Mongol Rally | europe

The Mongol Rally is by its very definition a fight for mechanical and physical survival, in distant lands renowned for their harsh environments. However, to get there first you must cross something more familiar, and it doesn’t do any harm to linger here a little, just until the room has stopped spinning perhaps. In mid-July…

The Mongol Rally | huh?

The Mongol Rally, by The Adventurists. An expedition synonymous with chaos, outlandishness, jeopardy, or – well – nothing, if you’ve never heard of it before. The concept is simple, and yet lost on some. After trying to explain the expedition to an American chap I met in New York last summer, showing him a few photos of…

Killiechonate Forest | the path less travelled

Myself and a friend wandered down from Rannoch Moor after two and a half cold days in the Scottish Highlands. No people, no wifi, two blisters. Five kilometres from the village of Spean Bridge Scott calls his wife – reconnected once again to the outside world – to inform her we’ll be on the midday train. Spean…