More sobering than the indication that 874 miles lay between us and John O'Groats were the plaques to those who had died trying to bike the journey, a reminder that exhaustion wasn't the only risk.
– Lands end to John O'groats     (1 / 20)
If money makes the world go round, then my world had stopped turning.
– Borneo     (2 / 20)
However, the reality is that Hugh had stopped on a bend to admire the view, or practice the 1000 mile stare he was to adopt for the rest of the day, when a momentary loss of balance caused a slow motion tree felling like fall.
– Swiss Alps part two     (3 / 20)
On first inspection the pre-take off plan seemed to be oppurtunity for disaster
– Budapest     (4 / 20)
As soon as we mentioned the tourist destination the meter was turned off and we were down to haggling over the price directly - good to see some things are the same the world over.
– South America     (5 / 20)
With a gait like that Andy, you must be packing a mean pistol
– Haute route     (6 / 20)
Our accommodation in Lhasa had one consistent theme: we could only get a room for a single night before having to move on.
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (7 / 20)
Natasha had some trouble with the final security check having mis-placed her departure card but all was well when Wesley stepped in to 'have a word' or as Wesley put it 'pascifying the locals'.
– Borneo     (8 / 20)
It turns out it was more likely he was trying to point out I was about to walk down the up escalator, something which became all too apparent when I tried it.
– Eastern Europe     (9 / 20)
With two museums under our belts it seemed like beer o'clock
– Eastern Europe     (10 / 20)
If we were missing egg fired rice in our diet then we were in luck but we didn't find much else
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (11 / 20)
Russel went first and told us the water wasn't so bad. Frankly, he lied.
– South America     (12 / 20)
At a time like this many people would start to wonder why they were getting soaked to the skin while only a couple of hours before they were in a warm bed. Others may mutter dark comments on just how bloody miserable they were. I like my friends for many reasons but one has to be that their reaction to such a situation was to try and recall the exact lyrics and tune of 'Donald where's your troosers'.
– Lands end to John O'groats     (13 / 20)
0*2^0 + 1*2^1 + 0*2^2 + 1*2^3 + 0*2^4 + 1*2^5 = 2 + 8 + 32 = 42
– Wedding     (14 / 20)
Perhaps that time we had deserved the horn.
– Shimla to Leh     (15 / 20)
Not feeling on top form I plodded back to the hotel for some Tibetan two step, Delhi belly, Kathmandu quick step
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (16 / 20)
While I inspected the rooms facilities for the terminally hungover Steve "Show me the leathers" Wyatt and Andy "Bigger is better" Cross went out to hire some motorbikes for the remaining few days we had in Nepal.
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (17 / 20)
With no sign of wind Hugh opportunistically popped his head out of the tent to assess the weather, only to be faced with Duncan defecating a few feet away.
– Iceland     (18 / 20)
I'm the gift that just keeps on giving
– Haute route     (19 / 20)
Sadly later we were to discover some more signs of rocky downhills with various containers being punctured - tomato puree (Colin), suncream (Hugh), puncture glue (Duncan).
– Iceland     (20 / 20)