Hell of the West “Morning! Excuse me?!” It was 3.30am, pitch black and I was standing outside the only lit, open doorway in the street, peering beyond the front
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70.3 Dubai I swerved and wobbled, narrowly missing the foot of a metre-high, bright orange cone separating the racecourse from the other three lanes of motorway. These oversized triangles
Abu Dhabi to Dubai On my way I stepped out of Abu Dhabi airport in the dark, still trying to crack my eyes open after a sweaty 3
Freestyling through 2016 From dolphin dives to beached whales AB2086, ZRH – LPA. Currently suspended 37’178 ft above terra firma if the drop down screen in front of me is
Tales of the Little Cabbage Learning to think like a pro It could have been Angry Bird, The Champ, The Captain… maybe even an agressive Honey Badger or something