Some riders tell about their adventures in distance. You’ll hear them say, “It was the toughest 5000km ever.”
I remember riding from Phnom Penh north through Cambodia, that fabulous, colourful country filled with smiling, friendly, wonderful people, for two days. I remember it clearly, because very soon after we crossed the border into Laos, I asked the guide to ride toward me for a pic with the mountains in the background.
Over the next five minutes time moved slower and slower, and the pitch of adventure climbed fast. When I headed up the road I found the guide unconscious underneath his bike in a sunken concrete culvert.