I would like to share a brief moment, and dedicate it to a person who I can only describe as an angel. Christaline Roussou. Fondly known to me as “Tannie Blom”. We met by chance, but a meeting that was meant to be. For the next 14 years

It has now been 60 days of adventure along the Great Wall. I have had some moments that I will cherish for the rest of my life, others that are better forgotten. I have had the privilege of seeing things that few men will ever, times that

Our Chinese support crew, are really our back bone. If you take into account the terrain we have to travel through. On foot some days are indescribable and nearly impossible to cross. I don’t know how Dragon (Lunga) and his crew manage to find the camp sites

On the outset of this epic journey, I never thought that it would have such an impact on me, nor others involved in the project. I don’t think that you can undertake such an adventure if you don’t have the ability and will to change. To be

After leaving Zhongwei, for the second time. My leg in a bit better shape and my mind focused, we pushed on into some of the most inspiring landscape I have ever seen. Crowning this, we had now come across a section of mud wall that was 6

Climbing over peak after mountain peak of ancient eroded granite, shale and loose gravel, we finally reached the canyon. Below lay the majestic yellow river, snaking through some of the most beautiful breathtaking massive cliffs I have ever seen. We decided to climb down to the river

Most of my adult life has been governed by food, cooking it taking the preparation of it to new personal levels. Then the eternal quest to learn more about the simplicity of combinations. The exploring of new techniques, flavors and then the use of ingredients in the

Its rest day and we entered in the real Wild West, a small village An Bian in the Shaanxi province, 1500km down the road. As well as this it is the home village of Mr. Lee, our guide and route advisor. Time has stood still for 60

We had a window period in which we had to complete this journey. The first being March, April, May, although getting a bit hot it could be done. The second was August, September, October, but longer than this we would be heading into winter and temperatures which

Soft and inviting to the eye, slowly rolling along the foothills of the black mountains that are parched and burnt, a landscape that is daunting and unforgiving. There is no sign of life or water. Every last blade of grass has died with the drought and the