You've gone too far this time, Sir! by Danny Bent

By Danny Bent

Have you woken up within the sultry warmth of the morning, your hair and beard teeming with maggots, after which had potatoes picked from your ears? have you felt the chilly barrel of a semi automated gun opposed to your brow? whilst Danny Bent cycled 15,000 kilometres from the united kingdom to India to elevate funds for ActionAid, it used to be a call that took two decades and one minute. For two decades he had desired to do anything to elevate cash for charity. the only minute was once while as their instructor he was once wear the spot through his scholars and declared that the capacity was once by means of motorbike, and he used to be going to India. What he had signed up for was once slogging alongside roads with vehicles bearing down on him, not able to determine and choking within the smog; capturing down treacherous descents with a hundred foot drops, shaking with chilly and too numb to brake; muscle burn and saddle sores; delirium and meals poisoning; thirst and malnutrition; foul and insanitary stipulations; life-threatening crises; obstructive border guards, crazed canine and inquisitive passers-by. 'You've long gone Too a ways This Time, Sir!' is a true and compelling blow-by-blow account of Danny's journey throughout Europe, the previous Soviet Republics, Russia, China, Pakistan and India. And what humans he met! they're the genuine pride of this booklet, usually fascinating, occasionally reckless, sometimes threatening, regularly unpredictable, and eternally inviting Danny to be up for the problem of exciting them, in a single example by means of dancing in entrance of a packed stadium, in one other by means of consuming sheep's brains in a neighborhood evening industry. Danny turns the wheels, you switch the pages. The speed is relentless. the tale is either heart-stopping and heart-warming. the arriving is breakdown-and-cry emotional. and there is a great deal of enjoyable and wonderment alongside the best way too. What a ebook! What a trip! reside your dream. opt for it, Danny.

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I’d been handed my treasure at the end of the rainbow after all. To celebrate, I took the rest of the day off. I’d been riding for six days, my legs and butt felt swollen, and my belly was tight. Starting a novel I’d brought with me for company, I lay on my roll mat soaking up the sun's rays until I turned the last page, before gently cycling down to a supermarket where I bought myself a feast. On my return, the children who had been pestering me to play all day returned and chatted as I cooked a one-pot gourmet dinner.

I began adding the occasional made-up word or line to complete the verse and ended with some original lyrics of my own. These men were true heroes, every one of them, giving their lives for the safety of women and children. Very different to the wars of today where families are deprived of friends, family, brothers, and lovers to aid oil prices and continue the lucrative arms trade. * * * A young spotted deer jumped out of the deep woodland beside me, bounding along beside my bike before turning and dashing back into the undergrowth.

I wanted to hide, ignore the fact that a steal-framed bike christened Shirley, packed with what I hoped were all the basics that a man needed to survive any situation, was sitting at the bottom of my bed. She was chewing at my toes, ready to get on the road for the first time. I was chewing my bottom lip hoping that Scotty would beam me up. Pulling on the Lycra I would soon become attached to – literally – I pulled the bike upright and made for the exit. I lived on the second floor and had to get Shirley down two flights of stairs.

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