Wild Coast Fat Biking
"I’d last crossed the Great Kei River nearly 20 years ago. It was an ill-fated adventure: me and a best mate and a girl we’d just met who shared our birthday, same day, same year. Gemini triplets and a hut on the Wild Coast. Surely good times were written in the stars... but no, it was a catastrophe. No amount of cosmic alignment could help us get along and after an awkward goodbye I never saw her or the Wild Coast again. The coast was not to blame, but still, I’d never returned.
Now here I was, in a borrowed outfit and on this strange-looking bike, about to cross the Kei again – about to cycle five days to Hole in the Wall and never mind that I’d not ridden in nearly a decade. That last time I’d broken a wrist. What was I getting myself into?"
Extract from The phattest way to see the Wild Coast, Getaway magazine, January 2017. —