Wild Dogs and Nutters

Hapless or hopeless? It’s a tough call. We’ve been called both, probably quite fairly. But despite the catalogue of disasters, bad decisions and wild swings from feeling like intrepid explorers to feeling like a luxury hotel with en suite everything we did set out from London one morning on a tandem and arrive eighteen months later in Sydney, almost in one piece.
Our route took us across Western and what was then still Eastern Europe and over the Bosphorous into Asia. Despite initially being refused a visa and the British Consulate warning us not to go, Iran followed Turkey and then Pakistan and the Himalayas into North China. Three months later we emerged to continue into Thailand, through Malaysia and Indonesia and then eventually across to Australia and down to Sydney, 32,248 kilometres of cycling later.
In between were celebrity sponsorship, fifteen countries, a failed attempt to cross a war zone, the highest road pass in the world, two arrests, crashes, breakdowns, dengue fever, earth tremors, fires, an ambush and stoning in a remote Himalayan valley and a game of cat and mouse with the Chinese Public Security Bureau.
Recognised by Guinness as a World Record, we’ve been trading on this ridiculous feat of deluded endeavour ever since and Wild Dogs and Nutters is on its way to being the silliest and most inspiring feel good account of resculpting one’s buttocks across 32,000 kilometres of some of the world’s most extreme landscapes.