Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Hot news from Kazakhstan

Chaps, I'm in Uralsk.
Asmund will fill you in on the details, I expect.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006


Shymkent. Hot. Cycling. 14,288 km since Shanghai.
Hope you enjoy the new minimalist blogging style.


Tuesday, June 06, 2006


I apologise for the absence of any photos in the previous post.

Here is some clover, which made a nice soft bed for the night on the way to Almaty.

Almaty calling

Almaty, Kazakhstan.
Internet access here ain't what it is in China (where every second building has an internet cafe in the basement or the attic). Updates might not happen for a while.
We need Asmund back. It's going to take a concerted campaign to make him feel loved again, but with enough emails I think we can do it.

Please write to Asmund and say that you miss him and want him back on the 2wheels blog. The setting is perfect. I'm in Almaty, nobody knows where I'm going from here, and there may be no news from me for weeks on end. Asmund would be perfectly in his element, free to speculate wildly about any number of potential catastrophes.
I hesitate to publish his email address directly, but perhaps this will help:
The first word is the short form of Asmund's preferred form of transport. It is four letters long and rhymes with hike.

Then there is an underscore (_).
The second word is Asmund's first name, which rhymes with Hasmund and is six letters long.
Then there is an @ sign.
The third word is a well-known email service owned by Microsoft that has nothing to do with frigid females.
Then there is a dot.
The last word is three letters long and if you write it backwards looks like this: moc.
Please write to Asmund and tell him we need him.
Until next time,

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Day 272 - Cycling from Khorgos (China) to the Charyn Canyon, Kazakhstan

Start: Khorgos (Huoerguosi), Xinjiang, China
End: Charyn Canyon, Kazakhstan
Distance: 155 km
Time: 7'34"
Avg: 20.5 k/h
Max: 38 k/h
Total: 13,438 km
Total riding days: 175
Riding hours: 0930 - 2110 (Chinese time)

So, farewell then, China.

Across the border, the smell of low-octane petrol says: welcome back to the USSR.