Lisa and I had ridden, what was then the most difficult and demanding ride of our lives through Africa and Senegal to the reach the border with Mali. The river was meant to be no more than a trickle. When we saw this our heart sank and we knew that if the bikes went into the river, they were not coming out again and our dream ride would be over.
This shot was at the start of a long cold day as we climbed the elevations over the Pamir Mountain Range toward the Tajikistan border and immigration control. This landscape is vast, raw and beautiful
Stopping to take photos was risky as we crossed Australia via it's longest axis, from the northeast tip, diagonally to the south-west tip. Water and fuel were a constant issue and running out could have been deadly. But this endless track and the giant termite mound were reason enough. The was a brutal ride.
