The Postman

Me and Dorothy are very proud to announce we made this issue of Top Gear, attempting to tell readers how to a trip like this on the cheap. Here’s some pics of the pages, five in total, the magazine’s out now.

Dear website and the people who visit it.
I realised today that I’ve neglected you since I got back. I don’t know, I guess I’ve been off gallivanting around the country catching up with people and building my shed and failed miserably to come here often enough to update and tell people who’ve kindly followed me [...]

Ah, that’s better, a bit of time to myself.
It’s been manic these last few weeks. The problem’s my family and friends who live all over the country, so instead of settling into slow way of life I’ve been racing around trying to see as many people as I can. Hence why I’ve not been online [...]

My mum’s nagging me now because I’m sat on the sofa still in my dirty riding trousers and the same t-shirt I’ve had on since Saturday. She wants to wash them but I’m hanging on to them for dear life. To see myself in new clothes is going to be weird. Same with the beard. [...]

Well, we did it. Sydney to London on a moped called Dorothy. We’re now just absolutely shattered so off to bed but wanted to first thank you all for following all this way.
It’s been a real blast from beginning to end with it hard to believe it’s now all over. No more riding, no more [...]

We watched Long Way Aroudn last night, it was the first time I’d seen it. Quite honestly at the beginning I was embarrassed for them. Office space, secretaries, gun training, advisors, Russian lessons, I thought it was one big joke. I sat there thinking I left Sydney with two days notice, on a bike I’d [...]

Just having breakfast in the hotel/hostel restaurant. WOW. They’ve got cheese and salami and cereal and fruit and cake and coffee and tea and pots of honey and everything. It’s here, and walking around town last night, that makes me realise just how far we’ve travelled.
When I think what it was like in India and [...]

Yep, bugger me backwards but we’re here in Dresden eating chicken nuggets in yet another Maccas.
We were going to ride the night and be here for breakfast but at 9pm, pitch black on a motorway with dorothy being shot down by chasing lorries we called it a night and pulled into a car park.
At first [...]