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Yashashri from India

It’s a very progressive country, but there is still so much we need to change, like if you, in other countries, pee on the street - that would be considered gross and disrespectful, but in India you can spit, pee and litter on the street - but you can not kiss and hug in public. If you do, people will look at you as if you have just committed the greatest sin of them all, and even object and intervene. So you can spread trash, but not love?" - Yashashri

Day 530: Driving a rickshaw across India

If God had made machines he probably wouldn't have bothered with a Rickshaw. But as with so many other things he would have been wrong. Essentially, it's not a very good idea. It's not very fast, it smells, it falls over when you go round corners, it breaks downs more often than an emo teenager and a days driving feels like you've been kicked up the arse by an elephant. But somehow all this makes them better.

Day 510: Goodbye trusty bicycle. Hallo rusty auto rickshaw.

After 3 whisky fuelled weeks near India’s west coast in Goa, it’s about time to start moving again. My Indian visa is quickly running out and I have to reach the border out of here by the 13th of February at the latest, and currently I’m way to far away from any border to make it out of the country no matter how much spicy Indian food power flatulence that comes out my backend.

Ear shattering kilometers driven so far.
Mechanical problems
Times ''Check engine light'' has turned on so far
Days since I quit and left my home in Denmark
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Day 388: Pakistan… Never a dull minute!

I didn't imagine they were following me around because they liked they liked the smell of my farts, but because there is an actual security risk, and especially for a white blond European cycling on hardware expensive enough to keep a family or a certain cause going for a good while longer.

Ainaz from Kyrgyzstan

Ainaz is a 22-year-old Kyrgyz woman I met while staying at Central Hostel in Bishkek. I was lucky enough to meet her because I had to wait for 3-month, before traveling on to China so I wouldn’t get caught in the Himalayan monsoon rain.

Day 76: A never ending stream of events.

“All this shit has to stop soon, or the post will get too damn long” – That’s what I thought about 3 days ago. When I left Kharkiv 9 days ago

Total amount of ninja deaths stars hitting my wheels
Ass destroying kilometers ridden in total.
Days cycling to Goa, India...
...from Copenhagen, Denmark
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I practice making video logs from the trip because it’s fun to create something, and it’ll be great to have something to laugh at when I’m old and wrinkly.

The newest vlog will always be on the front page of the website, but you can already find almost 1 hour and a ½ of me freezing my nuts off if you follow this link to my channel.

  • Day 179 - 184:

    Cycling through my first mountain range and out of Uzbekistan

  • Day 169 - 178

    Day 169 – 178: Uzbekistan – Worst road… so far.

  • Day 156 - 164

    Kazakhstani migration police in Aktau

  • For more videos

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Go’ find me on Instagram, I try to upload more quality than quantity with a little story interesting or stupid connected to the pictures.