Dalton Highway Alaska Part 1 After navigating on countless roads since the beginning of my trip from Ushuaia, Argentina, I was on the Dalton Highway in Alaska. It was the last road on my four-year bicycle journey through the Americas. The Dalton Highway is about 900 km long, which is only a fraction of 33,105 … Read more
In June 2019, I cycled the Dempster Highway as a part of my bicycle trip from Ushuaia, Argentina to Alaska. It is the only road in Canada that takes you past the Arctic Circle. It is a 900 km unpaved road in Yukon and Northwest Territories crossing the tree line on to tundra and ending … Read more
If you draw a horizontal line on the world map at the 30.963280° latitude, somewhere this line is going to cross my hometown Layyah in Pakistan. During my bicycle trip from Argentina to Alaska bicycle tour, I crossed this latitude near San Felipe in Baja California, Mexico in January 2018 and thus, was in perfect … Read more
August 23, 2019. Cold Arctic wind stings my face as I navigate the bicycle on a muddy road while looking for familiar faces in an unfamiliar place. My eyes scan the industrial town made up of prefabricated buildings and eventually fixate upon a rusty sign “Welcome to Deadhorse, Alaska. End of the Dalton Highway.” The … Read more
hree and a half years is what took me from Ushuaia, Argentina, to reach the border of Alaska. After spending one year in Canada and covering almost 6000 km, I had established so much emotional attachment with the country that I stopped just short of the border and kept staring at the landscape and the … Read more
January 14th, 2016 Facing north, I take my first pedal stroke at the end of the road in the southernmost city in the world, Ushuaia in Argentina. For the next three and a half years, massive mountains, deserts, rivers, seas, high plains, tropical forests and megacities stand in my way, but I carry on, as … Read more
[aesop_video src=”youtube” id=”bViQbqasjj4″ width=”100%” align=”center” disable_for_mobile=”on” loop=”on” controls=”on” autoplay=”off” mute=”off” viewstart=”on” viewend=”on” revealfx=”off” overlay_revealfx=”off”] Leaving Terrace BC on 26th April, I was back on the saddle after six months. The next day I reached Kitwanga where I resumed my journey to the north. The bicycle was heavy and my mind, scattered. I questioned my journey … Read more
After cycling for 4500 km in Mexico over the course of five months, I hit a massive wall in Tijuana which halted my journey to the north. I have always been fascinated by international borders so I spent a few days in Tijuana to observe the US/Mexico wall. Read my full essay on Facebook.
People often ask me, “don’t you sometimes feel lonely on a long journey like this when you are always on your own?” Sometimes I get astonished by this question as loneliness has never occurred to me on the road. When I am out on the road I am always absorbed by something—the landscape, reflections of … Read more
Little did I know, when I left Calgary two weeks ago, that summer was over in Alberta. Two days later, I found myself cycling in the rain and cold wind in Banff National Park. On the fourth day, I was stuck in Mosquito Creek for two days because of the heavy snow. Later, the weather … Read more
What does it mean to “be alpha”? How did a personal journey turn into a way of life? Does photography have the power to redefine the purpose of someone’s life? And why is it important to have a purpose in life after all? A cyclist photographer takes a look back and connects the dots in … Read more
Hola de El Salvador! Today I entered my next country El Salvador along the route. It is the 39th country I am travelling by bicycle. At the eastern border of El Salvador, the Goascoran River divides the country from Honduras. A bridge over the river connects the two countries at Amatillo. Crossing the border was a … Read more
Do you know what was the world’s first national park? The answer is Yellowstone National Park in the US. It took a photographer, a painter and a geological survey team to explore the region and convince the US Congress to withdraw this region from public auction. In 1872, Yellowstone was declared as—“a public park…for the … Read more
In the Monument Valley, a group of sandstone buttes and mesas tower above the Colorado Plateau. A long road stretches out into the distance like a straight line on the sandpaper. This was the road where Forrest Gump decided to stop after running for three years, two months, 14 days and 16 hours. He quit … Read more
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