Cycling The 6

I took my seat on the ferry and looked out at the high-rising dens of Hong Kong’s deal makers. The sun was low and amber - reflected in the windowed skyline, the effect was a city-wide inferno. The lighted screens atop the lofty financial centres were...

I spluttered out of Kathmandu, my lungs assaulted by the gritty air that lifted from fields of litter and their resident limping dogs. In the hills the smog abated and the light paled to silk. I dealt the city one last scrolling gaze. Terraced rice paddies...

My regular blog piece about my time in India is still a week or so away, but this month you get an extra piece because an article I wrote about a not so close call with a bear in Canada has been shortlisted for the Pure Travel Writing Awards.
And now, I need your help....

In this world, few things exist alone, unworried by and remote from the rest. When heavy rains and gusts ripped through India’s eastern seaboard and cyclone Hudhud was christened as such, the sun was shining over Nepal, hikers were pounding Himalayan...