I took part in the Royal Geographical Society’s ‘Explore’ convention last weekend, for the second time in the last four years. The first time I did so, I was a wide-eyed newcomer to the world of expeditions, and I remember quite powerfully the realisation that, relative to the assembled speakers and delegates, mine ranked fairly low in the list of nutty expedition plans.
For the budding adventurers out there — two wheeled or otherwise — you’d do a lot worse than to come along to the Explore seminar at the Royal Geographical Society in London.
It lasts the whole weekend, beginning with an opening lecture on the Friday night, with lectures and workshops throughout Saturday and Sunday. Of particular interest to cyclists will be the bicycle expedition logistics seminar. Both Andy and myself will be on the panel this year. It’ll be a great opportunity for us to put our combined experience to good use by imparting to newcomers whatever advice we’re able to dish out.
Four years ago we were in the audience at the same seminar, and more than anything else the reassurance that we were not alone in our madness was a great help during our own planning and preparation phase.
Read more and find out how to book a place. See you there!
I rode into my small village in the East Midlands, one thousand two hundred and twenty-two days after cycling out of it, whooping with the recognition of every stick and stone, following Tenny on her bicycle past the park gates, round the tight bend which it was always so easy to overshoot, down the leafy hill on which my brother went over the handlebars of his BMX aged 8, past the first houses and the springwater trickling from the wall and the dingy old pub I never went to and round the bend to the third house on the left, which a long time ago I used to call home.