How we took on the infamous Road of Bones during one of the wettest years in history, finally reached Magadan and then headed for Vladivostok, our final port of call.
After the Pamirs and Afghanistan, Russia’s Far North East held the next greatest allure for me personally. Motorbike accounts of the Old Summer Road and Magadan, the photos bringing to life the generosity of the people, the isolation, the remoteness, the raw beauty of the Taiga, the history, the Gulags, the ghost towns… I had to be there myself. I had to experience this.
Some of my favourite green lanes in Wales are down in Brechfa Forest and around that area. Generally heavily forested, muddy, challenging, tight and sometimes impassable. Not many people know these are here either, so your often alone in the ancient woodland which all adds to the ‘out there’ experience.
I shot this as James helps guide Alex’s 90 down a muddy slope at the end of one lane. Alex was running a rather large waterproof box in front of his roof tent. After this trip he quickly remedied that!