What happens when you swap the nine-to-five for two wheels and the journey of a lifetime?

“I was 23 years old when I first wobbled my way out of New York City on a bicycle, over-packed and under-prepared. I’d given away or sold everything I owned except for the bike, a few panniers and a handful of clothes. What happened from that point onwards would be anyone’s guess, but my hope was that these few belongings would eventually add up to the ultimate possession of all: freedom.

Up until then I’d led a pretty regular existence. I’d gone straight from school to university, finished with a good degree and got offered a job on the day I graduated. Part of me couldn’t believe my luck– after all, this was 2008 and the world was in recession. The problem was that another part of me didn’t want a job or a career at all– not yet. I didn’t want to ‘settle down’ without really testing myself and seeing what the world had to offer. I had no idea of what my real skills or abilities were, or even my true passions. I was yearning to do something wild- something totally different that would put me way out there on the edge of experience. The best decision I’ve ever made was to listen to that urge.