On the night of the super blue blood moon eclipse I walked onto the balcony of my haunted hotel, and watched clouds scuttle across its surface until I couldn't tell what was eclipse and what was shadow. I’d stopped at the Champasak Palace Hotel in Pakse, south Laos, because it was supposed to be haunted, … Continue reading Of spooks and spokes
Author: lizdodd
On the road again
Between the typhoons, the tarantulas, the Dengue scares and the rough rides on propeller planes low over the South China sea, it was, for me, an average Christmas break. But it was a break of a week that stretched into two, then three, and maybe because they had arrived exactly halfway through my trip around … Continue reading On the road again
The monsters of my own imagination
In most great adventures there comes a point when the characters split up for a time. So like the Fellowship in The Lord of the Rings and Luke, Leia and Han in Star Wars, Miranda and I went our separate ways after the Pamir Highway. Still recuperating, Miranda decided to fly to Thailand early in … Continue reading The monsters of my own imagination
The downward spiral
As Miranda closed her laptop with a flourish, the last blogpost complete, the walls of the Pamir Lodge in Khorog started to vibrate as an earthquake rocked the mountainside town and the power cut out. “At least I’ve got a topline for the next blog post,” I joked. “Although I hope that wasn’t an omen.” We … Continue reading The downward spiral
By any means
“We’re sitting on a box full of money, on the train conductor’s bed, drinking a teacup of vodka, and minding bags of other peoples’ contraband,” Miranda observed as we sped across the Uzbekistan desert on the slow train to Samarkand. When we had realised, in Georgia, that we would have to throw our bikes on … Continue reading By any means