Miles on the clock: 22,280
It was on a clear, chilly morning that I pedaled out of Dushanbe (Tajikistan’s capital) and into a winding, rocky valley. The road climbed past affluent, half-built holiday homes with small swimming pools and neat, incongruously-green lawns. Fiery, molting trees lined the increasingly narrow valley which became gradually steeper. After thirty miles I had a picnic lunch and realised my iPod was plugged into a hotel power socket back in the city. I left my bike with a gaggle of village girls and within two hours had thumbed a ride into town, collected the iPod and hitched back to the village.