"What's your name?" "Dave." "Where you from?' "Ikea." "The city or the state?" "The city." "Have a nice day." "And you." When you are asked in Bangladesh 20 times a day what your name is and where you're from it's best to come up with a flat pack answer. This trait is not particular to Bangladesh. Last night I went out to get my Nepali mobile "recharged," a chap in the corner shop asked me where I was from, I politely replied: "Scotland a land of glen...

Out of the left hand-side of the plane I could see the snow capped peaks of the Himalayas. To get to Bangladesh from Kathmandu all you need to do is to head west for 45 minutes or so turn south west and then you'll reach Dhaka. You can't really miss it has a population of over 21 million and overall a population of 150 million (World Bank). I started to worry. What was Bangladesh going to be like? My British-Bangladeshi friends and colleagues back ho...

"All the pathos and irony of leaving one's youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time." - Paul Fussell I rode through ferocious side-winds on the way to the Greek-Turkish border and I felt sorry for the soldiers on the border standing exposed out on the gate. Photo: Bernie showing Cathy who is blind al...

Asha my Aegean blue Triumph Bonneville was parked in front of a wall of red bougainvillea interspersed with white tipped rose buds, sparrows played hide-and-seek amongst the foliage, and blue-black butterflies flitted between the flowers. An Iranian man in an open necked shirt and grey wide bottomed flares holding his son in his arms peered at the top of the tank, which listed the countries from Scotland to Nepal that I was riding through. He then looked ...