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Elspeth Beard

Lone Rider

  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    The south road was notorious at the best of times, 300 miles of dirt and corrugations and the only highway running from the north to the south of Australia.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    After the bustle of India, Pakistan, Iran and Turkey, my still and silent home city felt entirely alien.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    My brakes were still not working properly and we’d have to cross several passes where the snow would be several feet deep and the temperatures even more brutal than where we were now standing.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    Like many border towns in third-world countries, the place was a dump, but Taftan even pushed the deprivations of shitty border towns to a new low.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    After riding for days through dust, we were filthy. My light cotton trousers that I’d bought in Sydney were stiff with dirt and flecked with my attempts to repair rips with patches I’d cut from my towel. Robert wore a pair of dungarees that hadn’t been properly washed for months.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    more gung-ho than me
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    ‘Oooh, selfie start . . . selfie start,’
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    Adherence to tight itineraries was a Western way of thinking that I’d already discovered didn’t work in Southeast Asia, where it was foolish to rely on ever being anywhere at any particular time.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    Singapore was everything that Indonesia wasn’t – spotlessly clean, highly efficient, totally soulless.
  • administratorhas quoted6 years ago
    I’d been to other dirty, hot, ramshackle third-world cities, but compared even to Cairo, Jakarta was a cesspit.
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