Great food at the guesthouse

March 23, 2014
by Pascal Lachance
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First 2 weeks in Laos

Last days in Thailand towards the border with Laos was good riding. I was sad leaving Thailand, a country a really like, but I was excited to get in Laos and tackle the northern region and its hills. Savannakhet was lovely so was the ride to Vientiane, especially the night at a guesthouse where I was invited to have a feast and a few beers by a group of friendly locals! Continue reading

Angkor Wat

February 26, 2014
by Pascal Lachance

The Land of a Thousand Hellos and Smiles

I was excited to cross into Cambodia. I longed wanted to visit this country so many people raved about. Crossing into Poipet gave the wrong impression about the rest of this fabulous country. Like many border towns, Poipet is dusty … Continue reading

Ride to Khao Sok

January 19, 2014
by Pascal Lachance

Visa Run

Since I had only 15 days allowance in Thailand while crossing the border by land, I needed to do a visa run as the travellers are calling it. This consist of taking some transport (minivan, bus, boat, etc…) to a nearby country, exit Thailand, enter that neighboring country, turn around and re-enter Thailand having a new 15 days (or 30 days depending on the country). During my first 2 weeks in Thailand, I spend my time in the south region, Krabi and Khao Sok National Park being the highlights. Continue reading

Pentacost crossing on the Gibb

September 11, 2013
by Pascal Lachance

The Gibb River Road

The Gibb River road snakes its way right through the middle of a region known as the Kimberley, far north in Western Australia. It stretches for almost 700kms into a rugged, harsh and hot part of Australia. It’s a popular … Continue reading

Mike pushing after a week off

August 4, 2013
by Pascal Lachance

Litchfield National Park

Litchfield National Park was great, but Kakadu simply took my breath away. Mike shared the same opinion. Despite beautiful waterfalls and swimming rock holes, the WOW factor didn’t match the one in Kakadu. On top of that, the large crow was simply too much for us, mainly English and Irish idiots getting drunk and disturbing families and others wanting to have some quiet time. Continue reading