I got stoned in Jordan. I also got tomatoed, window‐framed, slapped and sworn at. When you’re alone, language‐less, and unable to understand why you’re on the receiving end of several daily doses of hurtful xenophobia, it’s pretty tough on morale.
Monthly Archives: August 2011
Since returning to the UK I’ve been dabbling with the ‘microadventure’ phenomenon, which I see as a fantastic way to get my outdoor and adventure kicks in between planning bigger future projects (of which more news very soon!).
Apparently some bad stuff has happened in Syria recently. I hope that those I met and who helped me so memorably on my ride through the country are doing O.K. — but then they’re the probably the lucky ones, living in the rural regions rather than the political hot‐spots.
On the train to London the other day I picked up a dog‐eared copy of Metro, the city’s finest free newspaper. Buried on page 24, opposite an article about a new Harry Potter theme‐park, was this little piece: ‘Facebook is causing a “crisis of loneliness“ ‘, read the headline.
In my last post I asked what readers wanted to see more of. At the top of the list was more photographs. An excellent choice, as I’ve recently been reviewing my raw images from the road. And no other month in my life was more eye‐opening than the one I…