"No set route, no back-up, no way of knowing if you're going to make it. The only certainty is that you will get lost, you will get stuck and you will break down

It's just you and your mates in a wholly unsuitable vehicle, traversing the subcontinent enduring whatever shit the road throws at you."


If God had made machines he probably wouldn't have bothered with a Rickshaw. But as with so many other things he would have been wrong. Essentially, it's not a very good idea. It's not very fast, it smells, it falls over when you go round corners, it breaks downs more often than an emo teenager and a days driving feels like you've been kicked up the arse by an elephant. But somehow all this makes them better.

And so they are, unquestionably, the greatest vehicle on the planet. They are the only way to try and cross the Subcontinent, and if you do make it across, you'll never want to drive anything as pedestrian as a car for the rest of your life.



Because proper adventure can only be found when you ditch the technology and you're forced to rely on your wits and your cunning.


The un-route is a simple yet devastatingly effective concept. There's a start line and a finish line. Everything in between is up to you.

Proper adventure only happens when you do a follow-through fart right in the face of the tourist trail and wobble off the edge of the map. No hand-holding, no arse-wiping, just you and all the magnificent chaos the Indian sub-continent can muster. 




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During this adventure we raised 1 000 UK £ for SOS CHILDREN in order to raise awareness on child abuse.

© 2016 by Anthony Jouannic

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