“It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Peter is a motorcycle enthusiast, and has been for most of his 55 years.

I, on the other hand, used to be quite happy clinging to his waist as we whizz along. That all changed when I got the chance to ride a bike for the first time, while out on the farm. No licence (or helmet) necessary, so hell, why not give it a bash?

They should have warnings on bikes, like they do on cigarettes and alcohol and cocaine – use at your own risk – this may be addictive.

I loved every minute – even when the trees appeared out of nowhere right into my path, or I was flat on my back in the mud because my feet didn’t quite reach the ground (and when the trees appeared out of nowhere right into my path).

A few weeks later we were relaxing on the lounge when Peter said told me about the Mongol Rally. He’s had the Pamir Highway on his bucket list forever – and, what do you know – the Rally takes you right along that way! Peter took a business call, I hopped onto Google, and by the time he was finished, I’d signed us up.

It’s all for a cool charity, after all!

“We’ll do it on postie bikes” he enthused… that is, the little Honda Cub 110s the Australian postmen use. “They’re really comfy and built to last”.

Who am I to argue?  16,000km on a motorbike (I can’t ride yet) sounds like an adventure – and we’ve got a whole year to plan!

List of things to do:

• learn how to ride a motorcycle (how hard can it be?)
• get a motorcycle licence (what do you mean the laws are about to change??!!)
• buy some postie bikes (which aren’t sold to the public)
• get them to London (it’s not that far from Australia)
• a million other things too numerous to mention…