Taken a few years back when I was based in Singapore, this was an evening shot from the Marina Bay Sands area, looking over the CBD (Central Business District).
Taken a few years ago on a Noblex 612 panoramic camera, this is a shot of a fishing boat on the beach of north western Zanzibar. The fishermen had finished for the day and there was a significant rainstorm on the horizon.
Taken a short while after sunset, during the blue hour (as opposed to the golden hour of sunset), this is a view of Singapore. The tall buildings are part of the CBD (Central Business District), where I used to work. In the foreground, the illuminated white is the ArtScience Museum.
My lasting memory of taking this image is that I recall it being an especially warm evening, even for Singapore.
End of day in Iceland in 2011 when I cycled round the island. It was the middle of summer and on the first few days, the temperature was a balmy twenty degrees Celsius.
A few days later, the skies open and for the remainder of the 18 day circumnavigation, the weather was in single digits and rained steadily most days. However, what stays with me above all else from Iceland was the unrelenting wind. Regardless of one’s orientation, the wind seemed to be permanently against one. If ever I have been close to quitting on a ride, it was several days into that experience.
I was almost at the hotel after a long drive to Death Valley from Los Angeles,when I spotted this scene. It was insanely hot, well over 40 degrees Celsius but Death Valley is such a fascinating place, I had to stop and grab a couple of shots before sunset.
The shot above was moments before the sun dropped behind a cloud. The one below was a little later, as the sky was lit up with the afterglow.
I heartily recommend a trip to Death Valley to anyone. Just a word of warning. Make sure you have a car with air conditioning and that you can handle temperatures of over 50 degrees Celsius as it hit 125 degrees Fahrenheit (51.7 degrees Celsius the following day).
Today was Julien’s biggest day yet as he covered an insane 110 miles!
At the start of the day Julien was not intending to go quite as far as this but he discovered that the distance between campsites in Sweden is very large!
Julien started out this morning by cycling on a dual carriageway alongside cars and trucks – not a nice start to the day.
He stopped at Kinna and asked one of the locals if it was ok for him to be cycling along what was essentially a motorway.
He was told that cyclists often use the road and sure enough later on he saw a little old lady cycling along the same route!
When he made to Boras Julien stopped in for lunch at a Swedish Chinese restaurant that wasn’t too great!
Julien realised that the nearest campsite to Boras was only another 10 miles away. As he felt he had more energy in him he decided to push further on past Herrljunga and head towards the next campsite another 50 miles away.
Unsurprisingly he got very worn out along the way but was committed to going the full distance to get to the campsite, have a shower and have somewhere decent to stay for the night.
When he made it to Falkoping Julien was so tired he had to get off his bike and walk it along for the next few miles.
A friendly local saw that Julien was struggling a bit and gave him directions to the campsite and money for a shower – I guess Julien did not smell too great at this point!
Julien is hoping for a smaller day tomorrow but is still aiming to cover around 70 miles.
Total mileage: 57
Terrain: Hills – challenging
Another fantastic day of sunshine for us, which considering the crappy weather we had had the previous week, was a blessing. We made our way from Perran Porth, up and out of the coastal town and along the north coastline.
We stopped for lunch at Padstow, a really pretty seaside port, festooned with about a zillion holidaying tourists. We were warned in the fish and chip shop where we purchased our food to watch out for the seagulls, which tended to dive bomb people’s lunches, aiming to grab some tasty swag. As it turned out, this was handy advice as we saw other folk being hassled by the crafty birds.
After lunch, we wheeled our bikes down to the beach, via a series of step stairs. Unfortunately, this reset Mary’s bike computer to zero and did some damage to Pete’s as well. From the beach, we waiting patiently in line for the ferry to collect us and take us to the other side of the channel, to a small enclave called Rock.
The ride from the coast to Bodmin Moor was unremarkable. However, Bodmin Moor itself was incredible; definitely one of the highlights of the trip. There, we started a long decline that saw us almost all the way to the outskirts of Launceston. We bumped into a local cyclist who kindly escorted us to the town centre and helped us find digs for the night.
Launceston itself is not so bad but the hostel we stayed in was pretty rough, especially after the two lovely campsites we had stayed at the previous nights. That said, we had an enormous supper and the guys began their campaign to try and get me drunk each night.