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Moods of Future Joys: Around the World by Bike - Part 1
This enthralling account details Alastair Humphrey's epic journey across Africa, through Sudan, Ethiopia, and Kenya. His experience is at times brutal, and though he faces loneliness, despair, and harsh conditions, he also survives through trust in the kindness of strangers. Moods of Future Joys is the story of the first remarkable stage of the expedition. Just two weeks into the ride the September 11th attacks, and the war that followed, changed everything. All Humphreys' plans went out the window and, instead of riding towards Australia, he suddenly found himself pedalling through the Middle East and Africa and on towards Cape Town. But his journey did not end there. In fact, this was only the beginning...
265 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2006
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September 22, 2011
Having followed Alastair's blog and videos for some time I decided to read the books. I wasn't disappointed! He has a great writing style and I found it easy to keep turning pages. I've already started on the next one too!
January 31, 2022
Brilliant, just brilliant 🥳
I do have a thing for travel books, and even more for cycling travel books.
I do have a thing for travel books, and even more for cycling travel books.
June 5, 2016
Harbouring a desire to ride round the world Alastair Humphreys had saved and planned it for ages, and at the age of 24 he was ready to leave. Or was he? Huge doubts had set in and he was worrying about all sorts of things, but he took the plunge and set off to the continent. As the days passed through Europe, confidence grew and after a couple of weeks cycling he was approaching Istanbul, and the prospect of leaving Europe and moving into Asia. Then the September 11th attacks happened. This changed everything and made the route through Iran, and Afghanistan he’d had in mind, untenable. Instead he had to turn right and pedal through a tense middle east and head into the wild lands of Africa.
So begins the first part of Humphreys global journey. It is well written account of his ride and encounters with the people of each country he passes through. Almost exclusively he finds that people are friendly and welcoming, bar the odd one or two, and even though he was strongly advised not to ride some of the countries, he takes a risk. He writes with an open heart and he tells us the moments where he is at his lowest ebb and his moments of elation. Overall a very enjoyable read; looking forward to the second half soon.
So begins the first part of Humphreys global journey. It is well written account of his ride and encounters with the people of each country he passes through. Almost exclusively he finds that people are friendly and welcoming, bar the odd one or two, and even though he was strongly advised not to ride some of the countries, he takes a risk. He writes with an open heart and he tells us the moments where he is at his lowest ebb and his moments of elation. Overall a very enjoyable read; looking forward to the second half soon.
September 18, 2015
This is a fantastic account of a journey Alastair Humphreys took from England, through Europe, and then on through Africa to Cape Town. It's not an encyclopedic account of his travels, but a rather fast paced clip of his ride, with impressions and his own personal struggles and fears. I found it hard to put down because it was very compelling for me.
The only problem is the book itself. There are a number of places where sentences run together, due to the digital printing process perhaps, or slopping proofreading. This did not, however, ruin the enjoyment of the book, but someone reading this edition might want to keep it in mind.
Looking forward to the second book that continues from Africa, through the Americas, and back home.
The only problem is the book itself. There are a number of places where sentences run together, due to the digital printing process perhaps, or slopping proofreading. This did not, however, ruin the enjoyment of the book, but someone reading this edition might want to keep it in mind.
Looking forward to the second book that continues from Africa, through the Americas, and back home.
June 4, 2023
7.3/10
November 6, 2019
Call me fickle.
Before I started reading this book, I was certain that I would be excited to read the sequel.
I ended up getting through about 75% of it before I started skimming hardcore -- I read about 10 words a page, racing to the end as though there would be a prize waiting for me for flipping through the pages!
I didn't like how this privileged white man acted as though he was doing something brave and arduous for which he deserved attention and applause when really, he was taking a gap year.
Granted, the way that he traveled was not the most comfortable and required tremendous physical activity.
Granted, the way that he traveled imposed some risks...
But I cannot bring myself to admire him.
At the end of the day, he isn't doing anything heroic -- he's taking a goddamn vacation.
And the adventure? I think if you're looking for a taste of real adventure, Tommy Caldwell's "The Push" would be a better choice.
It was honestly quite boring. It felt like reading a well-written diary -- it's the sort of content that is most of interest to the person writing it. It also felt like listening to a white man coming home from his gap year, who is now so cultured and has so many tales to share and who cannot stop blabbering to you about that one time in Ethiopia.
It was interesting, however, to read about his thinking process. I liked learning about the inspiration behind this undertaking and the mechanisms of planning and executing such a project.
My wish to read about athleticism and adventure was not fulfilled, but my curiosity has been satisfied!
Before I started reading this book, I was certain that I would be excited to read the sequel.
I ended up getting through about 75% of it before I started skimming hardcore -- I read about 10 words a page, racing to the end as though there would be a prize waiting for me for flipping through the pages!
I didn't like how this privileged white man acted as though he was doing something brave and arduous for which he deserved attention and applause when really, he was taking a gap year.
Granted, the way that he traveled was not the most comfortable and required tremendous physical activity.
Granted, the way that he traveled imposed some risks...
But I cannot bring myself to admire him.
At the end of the day, he isn't doing anything heroic -- he's taking a goddamn vacation.
And the adventure? I think if you're looking for a taste of real adventure, Tommy Caldwell's "The Push" would be a better choice.
It was honestly quite boring. It felt like reading a well-written diary -- it's the sort of content that is most of interest to the person writing it. It also felt like listening to a white man coming home from his gap year, who is now so cultured and has so many tales to share and who cannot stop blabbering to you about that one time in Ethiopia.
It was interesting, however, to read about his thinking process. I liked learning about the inspiration behind this undertaking and the mechanisms of planning and executing such a project.
My wish to read about athleticism and adventure was not fulfilled, but my curiosity has been satisfied!
February 9, 2020
I’m taking a break before reading part 2 but I really liked it. It’s kind of apt for this stage of my life; Alastair Humphreys is relatable to me. He’s honest and open about his struggles, how he’s persisting with this dream even as he’s doubting who he is and who he wants to be. He’s making the journey hard for himself, self-imposing restrictions, and trying to do the impossible and facing his fears just to prove to himself what he can do, trying new things without the benefit of a role model who’s done it first. Ultimately it’s rewarding, but it’s also really hard and full of ups and downs.
I appreciate that Humphreys is pretty “woke” and aware of his racial and economic privilege. I’d like him to acknowledge his gender privilege though; I doubt a single woman could have made the same journey as safely as he did. And I don’t love how he occasionally lusts after women he sees along the way; I could do without the male gaze objectifying and exoticizing women around the world. Even though, as he tells it, he acts respectfully.
I would like Humphreys to spend a little more time on each country and not jump between scenes so much; it’d be nice to have a more cohesive, consecutive narrative and more “travel” writing and maybe research and context on where he is. But the book is more a memoir and an account of what was going on in his head and what he remembers most from the journey than a complete account. Which works well, I just personally wish he’d spend longer describing each country.
Also, the version I was reading (2014) had way too many typos.
I appreciate that Humphreys is pretty “woke” and aware of his racial and economic privilege. I’d like him to acknowledge his gender privilege though; I doubt a single woman could have made the same journey as safely as he did. And I don’t love how he occasionally lusts after women he sees along the way; I could do without the male gaze objectifying and exoticizing women around the world. Even though, as he tells it, he acts respectfully.
I would like Humphreys to spend a little more time on each country and not jump between scenes so much; it’d be nice to have a more cohesive, consecutive narrative and more “travel” writing and maybe research and context on where he is. But the book is more a memoir and an account of what was going on in his head and what he remembers most from the journey than a complete account. Which works well, I just personally wish he’d spend longer describing each country.
Also, the version I was reading (2014) had way too many typos.
January 25, 2020
Does what the title suggests - the author spent 4 years cycling round the world, and wrote a book to tell of his adventures. It's a cracking good read that gives a vivid picture of the many different countries he cycled through and the people he met, as well as being laced with his musings on the state of our world, and the emotional and physical toll of such an intense experience.
January 7, 2011
not amazingly well written, but a very interesting story about a guy biking from London through the Middle east and Africa down to Cape Town
July 8, 2019
Absolūti fenomenāls ceļojums. Šī bija pirmā daļa no divām, kurā Alastars ar riteni nobrauca no Anglijas līdz Cape Townam.
Ļoti skaisti un izsmeļoši aprakstīta Āfrikas daļa, kuras dēļ es kādreiz gribētu tur aizbraukt un to redzēt savām acīm.
Ļoti skaisti un izsmeļoši aprakstīta Āfrikas daļa, kuras dēļ es kādreiz gribētu tur aizbraukt un to redzēt savām acīm.
July 18, 2020
He hit a cow with a catapult. Screw him.
February 18, 2025
Very enjoyable read of a cycle trip through Europe and Africa. He was full of self doubt and apprehension throughout the trip. Well written.
July 22, 2021
Very well written. I enjoyed reading this and always wanted to pick it up again after being interrupted. Wonderful travel story and on a bike!
October 23, 2020
“Douglas Coupland’s Generation X asks: ‘What one moment for you defines what it’s like to be alive on this planet? What’s your takeaway?’ I began because England was too easy. The days were not full enough, and the nights were not full enough, and life slipped by like a field mouse not shaking the grass.” I wanted something that I did not know that I was capable of. I would never know unless I tried. I wanted unpredictability. I wanted to demand more of myself than I could demand from others. I wanted open space. I wanted anxiety and insecurity, storm and strife, even if I did not always have the courage to cope them. I wanted to strive, to seek and to see whether to not I would yield. I wanted to overload my sense. I felt that I would only know my strength if I took the strain, that I needed to taste blood to know I was hurt, needed to be trashed by gale to accept it was windy, needed to taste lung to believe I had pushed myself hard. I needed to confirm that I was alive. That day all Africa lay beneath me. When Edmund Hillary reached the summit of Mount Everest he declared: ‘Well, we knocked that bastard off!’ Now I knew a fragment of how he felt."
December 29, 2013
[Review p1/2]
I bought this new, after acquiring the second volume of Alastair Humphreys' travelogue for nothing from Bookmooch some year ago and despairing of ever getting the first part. I read both together, but I can't do a joint review.
Humphreys writes a strange travelogue, but a damned good one. He cycled round the world, solo, in his early 20s, taking over four years, on a budget of nothing but his hoarded £7000 of student grant. He did little in the way of preparation – he chose his route each day, picking a general direction, travelling city to city, in part according to where he could get visas to enter. Allegedly, he did it because he had nothing better to do and wanted to see if he could and if he could write. The answer is a definitive yes.
He writes relatively little about where he goes or what he does, mostly generalities. This is far more a book about what it's like to ride around the world. Mostly he describes his feelings: his fears, his insecurities, his loneliness, his irritation at being asked the same questions over and over and over again. And he has many fears and insecurities: much of the first, slim book describes him crying himself to sleep, waking and crying, stopping and crying, wondering what the hell he is doing, and so on.
In book one, he cycles from Yorkshire, around the near East and Fertile Crescent, over into Egypt and the length of Africa to the Cape. He strips his supplies to a level more basic than I can imagine - “I didn't take underwear. You don't need underwear.” He spends considerable wordage on how much he misses his girlfriend Sarah, who he left to do the trip... and a little on some of the attractive women he meets.
By the end of Africa, he is a lean, sunburned, super-fit, veteran traveller, practised, polished and expert, with a completely clapped-out bike. He hitches a ride on a racing yacht to South America, and the story ends.
[Continues... see /Thunder and Sunshine/]
I bought this new, after acquiring the second volume of Alastair Humphreys' travelogue for nothing from Bookmooch some year ago and despairing of ever getting the first part. I read both together, but I can't do a joint review.
Humphreys writes a strange travelogue, but a damned good one. He cycled round the world, solo, in his early 20s, taking over four years, on a budget of nothing but his hoarded £7000 of student grant. He did little in the way of preparation – he chose his route each day, picking a general direction, travelling city to city, in part according to where he could get visas to enter. Allegedly, he did it because he had nothing better to do and wanted to see if he could and if he could write. The answer is a definitive yes.
He writes relatively little about where he goes or what he does, mostly generalities. This is far more a book about what it's like to ride around the world. Mostly he describes his feelings: his fears, his insecurities, his loneliness, his irritation at being asked the same questions over and over and over again. And he has many fears and insecurities: much of the first, slim book describes him crying himself to sleep, waking and crying, stopping and crying, wondering what the hell he is doing, and so on.
In book one, he cycles from Yorkshire, around the near East and Fertile Crescent, over into Egypt and the length of Africa to the Cape. He strips his supplies to a level more basic than I can imagine - “I didn't take underwear. You don't need underwear.” He spends considerable wordage on how much he misses his girlfriend Sarah, who he left to do the trip... and a little on some of the attractive women he meets.
By the end of Africa, he is a lean, sunburned, super-fit, veteran traveller, practised, polished and expert, with a completely clapped-out bike. He hitches a ride on a racing yacht to South America, and the story ends.
[Continues... see /Thunder and Sunshine/]
January 2, 2015
It's a good read, despite small size it says a lot. I miss a technical issues, Al never says this or that broke, just after long time there is next to nothing working within his machine... I would like to trace the way it wears. But probably it was not so important and instead we have dramatic descriptions of authors urges to call his girlfriend who he decided to dump for a sake of the trip (this is more complicated, I am being sarcastic here). I suppose some pictures would improve the book, well, we have photos of borders stamps, not very clear though... Al mentioned he took camera with him, so I would imagine he took some pictures... Were they that bad? I don't know.
I like the fact there are some maps, I love them:)
Al describes his adventures on the borders, but not all of them. I would like to see all of them.
I haven't written anything that big, so I cannot really criticize too much. I appreciate the language which is not too difficult for me as English is my third language, but it is beautiful, descriptive and encouraging to read and develop.
Overall - 4 stars.
I like the fact there are some maps, I love them:)
Al describes his adventures on the borders, but not all of them. I would like to see all of them.
I haven't written anything that big, so I cannot really criticize too much. I appreciate the language which is not too difficult for me as English is my third language, but it is beautiful, descriptive and encouraging to read and develop.
Overall - 4 stars.
April 8, 2014
This book is a fun easy read which will inspire any would-be adventure travellers. Alastair is a likeable, genuine character and writes with much skill. I read the kindle version which appears to be published by Eye Books rather than self published as the earlier reviews seem to indicate the paperback was. However, it still lacks polish, and the frequency of punctuation mistakes and typos was a little infuriating, could do with another edit. This isn't reason enough not to read it however.
January 22, 2015
Alastair's journey from London to Africa took him over a year, while I got to experience it in less than 48 hours!
I loved the rawness and authenticity in his writing. Rather than cure me of wanderlust, I think it has only stoked the fire. I think I might take up cycling.
I loved the rawness and authenticity in his writing. Rather than cure me of wanderlust, I think it has only stoked the fire. I think I might take up cycling.
July 1, 2014
The best cycle-touring book I've read so far. Well written, great stories and metaphysical thoughts, nice character evolution, nice rhythm, never fading adventures. Loved it!
November 13, 2024
Not only a read rider, but a great writer.
April 16, 2023
Man, this guy really surprised me. The book started with a mopey British guy dragging himself out of his parent’s house to hit the road. You could just hear the rain and drizzle in his accent and the 24 years of inexperience in his voice. The tone didn’t give you that jolt to start a journey, that kick in the pants - not what I was hoping to find as I set off on a bicycle tour of much more modest scope. Europe went along with The same tone as he forged his personal trail of tears. There were more tears along the way, but as the safari progressed they came from a place other than homesickness and ‘my legs are tired’…
My first impression was wrong and become more wrong as the book went along. His willingness and interest in connecting with people, learning some of their language, and his honest first impressions drew me in - and consistently inspired. His reflections became richer as the book progressed; often a mix of witty hypocrisy and kind contemplation.
The account isn’t just just weird foods and danger. He shared genuine insights. Following a ‘frightening mental collapse’ he reflected to find ‘causes, effects, and remedies, and gained a better idea of his capabilities, and his limits’. He reflected on Ethiopia, what the wests efforts at aid generate, and romance-less Mozambique, just to name a few. There’s a lot to learn on a solo trip and he sets an example I’ll draw from. Hoping to read more by him.
My first impression was wrong and become more wrong as the book went along. His willingness and interest in connecting with people, learning some of their language, and his honest first impressions drew me in - and consistently inspired. His reflections became richer as the book progressed; often a mix of witty hypocrisy and kind contemplation.
The account isn’t just just weird foods and danger. He shared genuine insights. Following a ‘frightening mental collapse’ he reflected to find ‘causes, effects, and remedies, and gained a better idea of his capabilities, and his limits’. He reflected on Ethiopia, what the wests efforts at aid generate, and romance-less Mozambique, just to name a few. There’s a lot to learn on a solo trip and he sets an example I’ll draw from. Hoping to read more by him.
June 27, 2020
I think I picked this book up on the recommendation of someone I know rather than just seeing the title and thinking "I should read this!". And it lingered in my ever growing collection of ecclectic books. I started reading Alastair's Shouting From The Shed newsletters and listening to his Living Adventurously podcasts, all the time with this book in the back of my mind. Covid-19 came with it's lockdown, combined with a shoulder injury limiting my own physical activity - eventually I found the time to read through my collection of books and I got round to picking this up. I discovered the sales receipt tucked neatly into the front cover and realized I'd purchased it back in December 2013. Shame on my ignoring this book for so long.
Alastair claims this to be not a particularly well written book as it was his first effort and that his subsequent works are better. I found the book very enthralling as he recounts the trials and tribulations of his epic journey. The tales of the people he met along the way continued to pique my curiosity. I'm now about to order the follow up and will not be waiting so long to read it. And next time I moan about having to cycle home from work on a warm day with squeeley brakes and a broken spoke (it happened once) I'll remind myself of what Alastair put himself through.
Alastair claims this to be not a particularly well written book as it was his first effort and that his subsequent works are better. I found the book very enthralling as he recounts the trials and tribulations of his epic journey. The tales of the people he met along the way continued to pique my curiosity. I'm now about to order the follow up and will not be waiting so long to read it. And next time I moan about having to cycle home from work on a warm day with squeeley brakes and a broken spoke (it happened once) I'll remind myself of what Alastair put himself through.
January 22, 2023
46,000 miles from England to South Africa over four years on a bike.
The up-close and personal view of the locals, trials, uncertainty, and personal doubts of Alastair Humphreys crafts a refreshing and raw recount that draws the reader in, almost as if you were biking beside him.
There were moments when I was laughing out loud and on the edge of my seat as he progressed through the leopard-filled areas of Africa.
The differences among each people group, in Bulgaria, nodding means no and shaking your head side to side means yes, were also fascinating. His emphasis on being welcomed in by so many rekindled my hope for humanity; the bureaucratic hoops to jump through to acquire various passports fueled frustration.
“I didn’t have enough money, but that surely wasn’t a reason not to do it.” is a good summary of his determination.
And all for a great cause, raising funds for the Hope and Homes for Children charity.
Highlights:
A little less road waits for you tomorrow. A little more road lies behind you. Choose your road. Ride it well.
I started to think that the traffic was too dangerous for bikes when a ghostly-looking baker cycled past covered from head to foot in flour, a tray piled high with fresh bread balanced on his head.
The up-close and personal view of the locals, trials, uncertainty, and personal doubts of Alastair Humphreys crafts a refreshing and raw recount that draws the reader in, almost as if you were biking beside him.
There were moments when I was laughing out loud and on the edge of my seat as he progressed through the leopard-filled areas of Africa.
The differences among each people group, in Bulgaria, nodding means no and shaking your head side to side means yes, were also fascinating. His emphasis on being welcomed in by so many rekindled my hope for humanity; the bureaucratic hoops to jump through to acquire various passports fueled frustration.
“I didn’t have enough money, but that surely wasn’t a reason not to do it.” is a good summary of his determination.
And all for a great cause, raising funds for the Hope and Homes for Children charity.
Highlights:
A little less road waits for you tomorrow. A little more road lies behind you. Choose your road. Ride it well.
I started to think that the traffic was too dangerous for bikes when a ghostly-looking baker cycled past covered from head to foot in flour, a tray piled high with fresh bread balanced on his head.
August 10, 2025
Beautifully written, wanderlusty, poetic, reflective, and great armchair travel to little touristed places. A glimpse at life on the ground for many of the worlds non western inhabitants.
-1 star for attitudes that haven’t aged very well and what comes off as borderline voyeurism and shallow social commentary in his African journey without sufficient acknowledgment of the role of colonialism and Western intervention that mired the continent in the first place.
I feel ambivalent about Alexander Supertramp-esque characters who glorify a life of self sufficiency while living off of the generosity of others (given willingly or not) - fear of being woken up in the night by a shotgun induces less empathy when you’re illegally squatting on someone else’s property, or gratitude for begged water along the ride when he acknowledges that he doesn’t know how far that person had to walk to collect water that day.
Ultimately I felt deep resonance with the wide eyed wondery, naïveté, and trite discoveries of a 24 year old immersed in vastly different environs for an extended time - mostly because I’m sure my reflections from time in Asia read so similarly.
Of course I’m reading part 2.
-1 star for attitudes that haven’t aged very well and what comes off as borderline voyeurism and shallow social commentary in his African journey without sufficient acknowledgment of the role of colonialism and Western intervention that mired the continent in the first place.
I feel ambivalent about Alexander Supertramp-esque characters who glorify a life of self sufficiency while living off of the generosity of others (given willingly or not) - fear of being woken up in the night by a shotgun induces less empathy when you’re illegally squatting on someone else’s property, or gratitude for begged water along the ride when he acknowledges that he doesn’t know how far that person had to walk to collect water that day.
Ultimately I felt deep resonance with the wide eyed wondery, naïveté, and trite discoveries of a 24 year old immersed in vastly different environs for an extended time - mostly because I’m sure my reflections from time in Asia read so similarly.
Of course I’m reading part 2.
September 5, 2021
I enjoyed this book, and look forward to reading Part 2. I thought it was nice that he didn't feel the need to express that everything was perfect and he was always having the time of his life.
This is the 2nd book I've read recently that spoke of African countries that have become dependent on the aid given them by charity organizations. I never realized the downside of the helping poor countries before, but both of the authors, in completely different situations, spoke of the difference between the countries that get the aid and those that don't, and the difference in the attitudes and demeanors of the people they encounter there. Which makes sense when you think about it...why struggle to raise your own food when you know someone will be dropping it off to you? But then what is there for people to do there, and what kind of future can they look forward to? A life of sitting around and being taken care of? What happens if that aid ever dries up?
This is the 2nd book I've read recently that spoke of African countries that have become dependent on the aid given them by charity organizations. I never realized the downside of the helping poor countries before, but both of the authors, in completely different situations, spoke of the difference between the countries that get the aid and those that don't, and the difference in the attitudes and demeanors of the people they encounter there. Which makes sense when you think about it...why struggle to raise your own food when you know someone will be dropping it off to you? But then what is there for people to do there, and what kind of future can they look forward to? A life of sitting around and being taken care of? What happens if that aid ever dries up?
February 19, 2020
I found this an enjoyable read and it made me want to do a cycle tour. I'm a fairly keen cyclist but have never really done any touring - the advantage of reading somebody else's account is that you don't get wet, cold, tired, uncomfortable or have to abandon one's wife and children while you do it :) The book was written by the author about a long distance cycle ride he did in his mid-20s. I thought it was well written and included quite a bit about his emotions during the journey. I think this is one of the authors earlier pieces of work and in places is a little rough around the edges - the journey happened around 20 years ago and was written at or around that time. I've read quite a few books of this genre and I'd say this is by far one of the better ones. I'm certainly planning on reading the second part.........hopefully it won't disappoint.
August 23, 2020
The guy's adventure is really amazing, I wish he spent more time talking about what made it so unique - the cycling element, and the camping between cities. What he has to say on the cities he goes through doesn't stand up to comparison with writing from out and out travel writers; in fact, on occasion the prose here comes across painfully like a sixth former's school essay.
However, it's an interesting and entertaining read, and his low key reflections on the countries he passes through can make a nice change from books written by experts on history/politics etc. I definitely enjoyed it enough to give the second half a try at a later date.
However, it's an interesting and entertaining read, and his low key reflections on the countries he passes through can make a nice change from books written by experts on history/politics etc. I definitely enjoyed it enough to give the second half a try at a later date.
July 15, 2022
I first read the second book of the series and I liked it a lot. It was a different travel novel to what I knew before. It treated the journey/the state of travelling as the core point. I was looking forward to reading this one, especially that I was very curious about the ride through Africa. And I was disappointed. It did not read as smoothly as the other part. Was the way of writing not novel enough? Was the style actually different to the second part? Were my expectations too high? I do not know...
February 27, 2023
Five stars for straight up adventure—all the highs and lows, the good, the bad, and the ugly! I read Alastair’s Doorstep Mile and listened to some podcasts, then a live interview about “microadventures” and great ways to explore and add adventure to your life just outside your door. He’s inspiring, humble, real, and so much fun! Many of us will never cycle around the world, but his thoughts on his journey, before, during, and after, are the “right stuff”. Let’s push ourselves to the limits and see what we can do.
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