"Doma" means "home" in Russian, and became a ubiquitous word on our trip.
We'd frequently be met by shouts of "Doma, doma" from locals, which translated to an invitation to stay with them the night.
"Doma?" posed as a question meant, "Where are you from?"
The word came to represent the warmth, curiosity and hospitality of the people of Central Asia, and "doma" was also what our bikes, laden with everything we needed to survive, were to us during those two months: Home.
Blog Archive
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May 2019
- May 6, 2019 Nelson to Hanmer: Riding through the storm May 6, 2019
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August 2019
- Aug 3, 2019 A sweaty jog up Italy's most infamous volcano Aug 3, 2019
- Aug 7, 2019 Two bikes, a Daewoo Nexia and one tiedown strap Aug 7, 2019
- Aug 8, 2019 Dmitry Aug 8, 2019
- Aug 15, 2019 Vodka, football and free peaches Aug 15, 2019
- Aug 16, 2019 Tajikistan, the best place on earth for freedom camping? Aug 16, 2019
- Aug 20, 2019 The "Tunnel of Death" Aug 20, 2019
- Aug 23, 2019 Left my dignity in a cotton field in Tajikistan Aug 23, 2019
- Aug 25, 2019 Afghanistan Aug 25, 2019
- Aug 30, 2019 Despair, redemption and peanut butter Aug 30, 2019
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September 2019
- Sep 10, 2019 Wakhan Valley – Part I Sep 10, 2019
- Sep 11, 2019 Wakhan Valley - Part II - "The Grunt" Sep 11, 2019
- Sep 15, 2019 Wakhan Valley Part III Sep 15, 2019
- Sep 15, 2019 Wakhan Valley - the Finale Sep 15, 2019
- Sep 18, 2019 Elation and terror Sep 18, 2019
- Sep 26, 2019 A new foe Sep 26, 2019
- Sep 28, 2019 Plateau panic and an unexpected reunion Sep 28, 2019
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October 2019
- Oct 6, 2019 Across the border Oct 6, 2019
- Oct 21, 2019 "The shortcut" Oct 21, 2019
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November 2019
- Nov 19, 2019 A man down, many hills up Nov 19, 2019
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December 2019
- Dec 29, 2019 Following the red dirt road Dec 29, 2019
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January 2020
- Jan 11, 2020 Final days on the Silk Road; Chinese construction, leeches and newly weds Jan 11, 2020
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September 2020
- Sep 21, 2020 A Gypsy village, rutting stags, honking boars and two kind policemen Sep 21, 2020
News is a fantastic business - exciting, unpredictable and immensely fun.
But working in telly can also be extremely intense and fast-paced.
After a particularly stressful edit, walking home from work jittering with what a journo mate termed “the news comedown” I decided I needed to escape for a bit.
I needed an adventure that took me as far as possible from the frenetic news world but still ignited my curiosity and a little bit of fear.
I’ve climbed a mountain in Antarctica, swum in the frigid waters of the subantarctic islands, explored the cursed ruins of Nan Madol. But a place I’d never been and knew practically nothing about were the mountainous roads of Central Asia traversed by explorer and writer Marco Polo in medieval times.
And I wanted the adventure to be tough, because it’s more satisfying that way.
So, what better mode of transport for a champion of Type 2 fun like myself than a bike, laden with all I need to survive for two months in one of the most remote corners of the world.
My brother Jack (wisely or unwisely) decided to join, and together we cycled almost 2500 kilometres along the Silk Road, an ancient route that encapsulates the spirit of discovery.