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
At 6:30 am on a freezing morning in Bolivia's Altiplano (the second highest plateau in the world) we sat on our bike at above 16,000 feet in front of Laguna Hedionda. We were wearing every layer we had to fight the cold, and we could barely move. It took 20 attempts to get this shot, as I only had 10 seconds to press the camera shutter and waddle to my bike, throw my leg over and sit on the bike. This was our 20th go at it. Totally worth it!
