With over 100 miles on the clock we finally made it to Dingwall and didn't even waste too much time finding the bed and breakfast which greeted us with smart rooms and a kitkat each - if ever we needed a break!
– Lands end to John O'groats     (1 / 20)
Today was possibly the busiest rest day I've ever had.
– Borneo     (2 / 20)
Soon he was out of sight and after 1.5km I stopped to ask around to see if anyone had seen a porter I was racing and was assured that he had won by a considerable margin.
– Borneo     (3 / 20)
Our first night in the tent and the one word which sums it up best: cosy
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (4 / 20)
If we were missing egg fired rice in our diet then we were in luck but we didn't find much else
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (5 / 20)
We each retreated into our own worlds of tough going and plodded on, acutely aware that throwing up the tent and crashing out was not an option unless someone wanted to sacrifice a body part to eat.
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (6 / 20)
Find a steep bit of road, kneel on those handy planks of wood and aim directly down the fall line for maximum enjoyment.
– Swiss Alps part two     (7 / 20)
With the ghost of industrial accident present hovering on his shoulder he tugged a total same of one ropes, satisfied with it's firmness he indicated his pleasure at another check successfully pasted with a big thumbs up and a broad grin.
– Borneo     (8 / 20)
Natasha had some trouble with the final security check having mis-placed her departure card but all was well when Wesley stepped in to 'have a word' or as Wesley put it 'pascifying the locals'.
– Borneo     (9 / 20)
Sadly it turns out that their name 'potatoe cellar' was strongly reflected in their menu which didn't seem as inspiring as the lively bar we had seen around the corner so we back tracked.
– Eastern Europe     (10 / 20)
We were introduced to a local drinking game, Sepingey gives you a glass with a couple of fingers of wine to down after which you have to hold your glass upside down and even the most minuscule drop of moisture falling from your glass qualifies you for another round of rice wine.
– Borneo     (11 / 20)
You could bike all day in the Cotswolds and not be this tired
– Shimla to Leh     (12 / 20)
I thought the flight had been very smooth, including the landing, but the evidence from behind us suggests at least one passenger succumbed to the queasy feeling in her gut.
– South America     (13 / 20)
Eleanor sat in the shade watching on with amusement I carefully stalked my prey.
– South America     (14 / 20)
A ceremonial robe which the guide told us had only been worn once, I instantly got into trouble for drawing some parallels with Eleanor's wardrobe
– South America     (15 / 20)
With the comment 'you're going to get wet' ringing in our ears from a helpful customer we set off with the flat ground giving way to hills. It turned out that he was prophetic, in the approach to Bristol we were caught out in sheets of rain.
– Lands end to John O'groats     (16 / 20)
Returning I was a little disappointed to see Andy with all his body hair left intact but there was plenty of time to go.
– Andy's stag night     (17 / 20)
When it came to paying I can only assume that the price of a local translator is more than your average lawyer in New York or that we had accidentally offered to buy a round for the village.
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (18 / 20)
To warm us further we dug into our plentiful supplies of alcohol and declared the snaps fit for drinking. We must have been desperate.
– Iceland     (19 / 20)
Weighing in at a few kilos each we felt, and Steve "dog hater" Wyatt in particular, this was luggage allowance well spent.
– Lhasa to Kathmandu     (20 / 20)