hwaoffshore.blogg.se

It is beautifully written, with a couple of pictures scattered here are there. As you move through the journey, the cyclist in you feels more and accomplished, while reader starts mourning the inevitable conclusion of the book. It is not gripping, rather it is a consuming memoir that makes you a part of it. It is one book that I felt difficult to put away, mostly because you don’t want to loose the explorer within you than you barely knew existed. It is at times heart wrenching tale, especially when you start cycling through Tibet, but certain incidents leave you smiling as you pedal away through the ice and snow. It is something the makes you revalue more than a couple of our perceptions and ideals, on the banality of political boundaries, and on how the monstrosity of the desert and the mountains are appealing and appalling at the same time, depending on your position in the socio-political hierarchy. The reader feels as weary as the cyclist, the heart at times longing for the comfy couch and and good food, while the happiness of finding a welcoming is unfounded. The expedition in itself is depicted realistically, and the cyclists never attempt to make the journey any exciting that it is. The authors explains to us the innate need to explore the worlds, her obsession with Mars, and gives us glimpses to her previous attempts at exploring our world.