How do I sum up the toughest physical experience of my life? I am not sure what to expect of these posts or if I will be able capture my experience, but the one thing I am certain of this experience was that I was terrified. Especially after hearing about if an accident did happen, it would take 4 hours
The Tour de Timor build up was pure madness: Ramadan, crazy work load, anxiety about the race, packing a bike and accessories, emailing people to donate, Eid celebrations. As a team there was lack of communication and how could I know what to expect? when I have never done anything like this. It was scary. The last days before I
Balibo to Suai started off very emotional: Balibo 10 km from the Indonesian border is home to a 400 year old fort and like most Timorese towns it has a sad history. On October 16, 1975 Indonesian forces attacked what was then Portuguese Timor and killed five Australian journalists: the journalists are known as the Balibo Five. The day before
A couple of months ago I found out about Tour de Timor, a 410 km mountain bike race for peace. It’s one of the toughest in the world and my friend and I decided that we would do it for charity. East Timor is the smallest, newest and neediest SE Asian country, where the annual GDP per capita is a
Imagine walking 100kms over 3 days with thousands of fighters to fundraise money for research to fight Breast Cancer. Tonight I met and heard about a woman’s inspirational journey during the Komen 3 day walk. She shared she had the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life: cancer patients who were still doing chemo, survivors, families and friends
Eight years ago someone had rescued a one week old kitten, a week later we adopted him. He was as small as a palm, so helpless, scared and so very beautiful. My father was adamant about not having pets in the house, but we all knew our baby was staying. J We hated teaching him how to use the litter
Recently, I was a temp for my friend’s third grade enrichment class, as she went back home for a family emergency. Two of the girls in the class were fasting, so when I asked the other student if he knew what it was? I realized, when I explained this practice, it really didn’t seem to make sense to this 7
During my last cycling trip to Mersing, we woke up before dawn to watch the cloudy sunrise. As we were cycling back to the hotel, I was fortunate enough to see a group of older Chinese people participating in a morning Tai Chi practice. Other than the famous watermelon story, and being aware of what chi means, I never had
I just came back from another training trip, and Paula Cole words “Where have all the cowboys gone” echo in my ears. The last 4.5 km of a 330 km cycling trip was emotionally distressing. Months back when I decided to take part of the Tour de Timor, it was because we would fundraise for a cause and cycle as
Last weekend, I ventured out a similar and painful path on my bicycle towards Mersing. For months I have somewhat dreaded the Tour de Timor Race, a 450 km mountain bike race that my Gone Cyclin’ project is using the channel to fundraising through. My drive to be challenged often gets me thinking, maybe the conventional path is not so