Having found a nice little spot to spend the night, on a sandy spit, east of Al Khor, stretching out into the Arabian Gulf, I parked Grey Legs and spread out my towel. I changed out of my cycling clothes and hung them out to dry on the handle bars. The spit was raised out... Continue Reading →
A night under the stars With Eid AlAdha approaching and the weather cooling to a mere 40 degrees, what better time to plan another micro-adventure and this time to do something I've been dying to do for a long time - sleep in the desert under the stars. After little sleep and an aching back,... Continue Reading →
When I first came to Qatar, one of the things I missed the most was cycling. For several years, I'd been a committed commuter cyclist in London. I'd grown to love the daily dodge and weave through the London traffic, going into battle with taxis, buses and delivery drivers, all vying for position at traffic... Continue Reading →
Adventures of a British Bedu 