Globe Gallivanting- motorbiking across the world

  We didn’t get attacked by any cheetahs.  There was a fairly horrendous attack of food poisoning though.  I woke in the pitchblack, covered in sweat and groaning with stomach pains.  I spent the next 6 hours until daylight making painful urgent excursions up the hillside with a headtorch on to deposit my Pringles in strategic locations.  Vomiting whilst wearing a headtorch is a bizarre experience… With daybreak, I started to deposit from the other end too, which got a lot more difficult as people started walking up and down the hill.  Then my legs gave way in the middle of the path, and I sat there pathetically, unable to stand, while Adam and the German slept on.   Eventually Adam got up and rescued me. They were quite sweet about it and barely mentioned the violent noises they’d been subjected to all night. I had a beautiful private moment of hilarity at about 7am, when I had made it up to truly spectacular spot to erm, deposit.  I squatte...

  We set off up the Karakoram highway on my birthday.  The day started well, with Adam supplying a beautiful chocolate birthday cake, with my name piped on the top.  (He had left it in the hotel kitchen’s fridge for the night with the staff’s permission, and when he brought it in, we discovered with much mirth that the hotel manager had actually eaten a large chunk out of it.  It was hilarious.  I tried to picture an English Travel Lodge manager taking a large bite out of a guest’s birthday cake, before it had even been presented.  It didn’t work.)     Anyway, the cake was a great start, and we set off up the hill.  The road rose 2500m in 80kms.  Not surprisingly, it was very steep.  Equally unsurprisingly, it got a lot cooler, quickly.  I was very pleased by this, as was entirely fed up with sweltering.    At this juncture I might explain something.  My bike jacket is black.  My helmet is also black....