Location: Hatyai District, Songkhla, Thailand.  Having entered Thailand on the day 7, the first familiar sight I spotted was 7-Eleven. As short as it sounds, the 7 days had felt long and hot and a repeated cycle of feeling hungry and tired. The chance to cool down in the small space of an air-conditioned 7-Eleven was one I couldn’t pass up. My oasis in this desert of 18,000km. I also

Been sweeping websites for a reliable guide on how to spot counterfeit products and here’s a pretty good one I’d like to share with you guys. On the topic of counterfeit, I personally have no issues with products made in China. Let’s face it, nearly 90% of the things in my house are made in China. But these aren’t just goods made in China. they’re counterfeit. That means they’re inferior to the original in

Location: Padang Besar I always had this mindset that as I biked cross-country, there would be people behind on my trail, whether to record this journey or just to make sure I don’t end up as roadkill. So I’d get this urge to look back every once in a while and every time I did, I realised that I was alone. The three days I had already spent on the

Day 8 felt like a great start. Not only did I get through 7 days of this journey, I had a really interesting encounter. I was on my bike in Thailand heading north, just like the rest of the 7 days but the difference was in my view. Right in front of me was an aged Caucasian man, with not a strand of black left on his head but still going strong on

Yesterday I came across an article about a man who wasn’t exactly a cyclist, per se. But better yet, he was a man who cycled for a selfless cause. Bai Fang Li devoted his entire life to a trishaw, his means to earning a buck not for himself but children who needed an education. In 20 years, he managed to donate 30 million Yuan (Rm20.7 million) to the benefit of