There was something both ceremonial and strangely underwhelming about seeing our first poached elephant carcass. Approaching the scene of a crime one expects a certain furore, tickertape, cameras and a number of people telling you to move on. This particular type of cr...

“Hey mate, how are you?!”, declaims Johnno with tremendous excitement, racing down the hill to greet the first fellow cycle-tourer we had come across so far.

“Where have you cycled from? How long have you been on the road?”

“8 Years. I started in New York in 2009. How ab...

Since leaving Balule we have cycled our way through mountains, rainforest, desert and African savannah to find ourselves 40 km away from the Botswana border. It has been some of the toughest cycling of the trip so far. Cancel that. It has been some of the toughest cycl...

It’s hard to believe that we’re already two weeks into this ludicrous trip across Africa and have already experienced so much. From interrogation rooms in Johannesburg airport to Charlie driving his first anti poaching patrol, it’s been an interesting couple of weeks t...

A hell of a lot has changed since we wrote the last blog. For a start we began to cycle downhill for the first time, I’m therefore spending far less time toiling at the back of the group, coming up with elaborate excuses as to why my bike is definitely twice the weight...

For 6 months it’s been impossible to visualise what the first few days of this trip would be like. They’ve been the longest yet shortest, hardest and funnest few days.

Day 1

The journey started on the R555. A busy tarmacked one lane artery flowing into the East of S...