Documenting my travels on a Vespa

Documenting my travels on a Vespa

Documenting my travels on a Vespa

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Crossing The Deosai Plains

The road from Astore to Skardu. The night ambled into dawn as we slept on an unsure footing then the sounds, smells and light chiselled their way into my eyelids, the smells of three men in a confined space opened my nostrils that in turn popped my eyelids open,...

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Wedding bells,coasters & slides.

Cars dressed in flowers as young couples celebrate their union , entourage in tow so they fill the streets with colour , the lack of scent but not colour from the flowers stuck to the metal, for plastic can only mimic nature from a distance, the dressed up cars range...

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To the highground Bomber

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, sleeping shorts, T- shirt and nicked hotel slippers I make my way out into the clear morning in search of that hot water to wash the night’s sleep and dreams from body and mind, into the kitchen I wonder to find the owner who has...

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Glaciers, life, death and no taxes

A moon almost full, clouds dance gently in its light obscuring its gaze. Mountain ranges in all directions, some blown bare, jagged tops reach for the sky, capped white. Snow, ice, cloud and black rock contrast the deep green of the river valley with its soft leaves...

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Beauty,Devestation and Snowcap swimming

My eyes would open on the morning of Eid -Ul -Azha, to a fever of colour, excitement and celebration, this considered one the holiest days in the Islamic calendar and the second two Eid’s, the first occurring at the end of Ramadan and the second also called the...

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A day off Bomber so I thought.

A day of R and R this was meant to be, after a breakfast that involved a whole lot of chilli and chai, my new found addiction I might add, brewed fresh, mixed with milk, no bags to interrupt the diffusion, just fresh tea leaves to express their flavour and me to enjoy...

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To the valley of gold, Hunza

  Today would be a later start with a morning strolling the streets of Gilgit in search of a small breakfast as I for one still had Cha Cha chicken overload. Leisurely eggs mopped up with paratha. A great start washed down with more than a couple of chai’s, then...

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A Place ……………….

A place. A people. A nation spoken of and tainted by those who rarely visit and hardly ride the roads I have. A place that lets you breathe free, a place that lets your eyes run out of sight but inspires vision. A place that still has the gift of human touch, a place...

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Riding for Naran

After a great night out and well rested we hit the road , luckily for us the traffic was light due to the fact that we left really early by Pakistan standards  as things only kick off  around ten or eleven so being on the road by 08h30 gave us both lanes in places...

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Islamabad to Abbottabad

It was not an early start and our riding posse left the quiet streets of the suburbs after 11h00, four riders and our trusted two stokes hit the streets of Islamabad, being my first time riding something this old took a bit of getting used to, nothing that the streets...

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