After a very short visit to Tai Mo Shan in Hong Kong, my next objective was Alto de Coloane, the highest peak in the gambling mecca Macau.

Some say Tai Mo Shan (957m) is a country high point while some say not. It's all about how one classify Hong Kong and its level of independence from mainland China.

I was not very keen on returning to Cho Oyu this autumn, but Erik finally convinced me to give it one more try. While the weather kept me from summiting last year, a bad troath and chest-infection stopped me effectively at 7500 metres this year. But failing to summit is nothing compared to the fate of Guy. He never got down again.

We had some strenuous days on our bikes to reach Everest Basecamp, sometimes in heavy monsoon rain. But when we awoke in BC and the sun was shining from a cloudless sky, we finally understood why we voluntarily had put ourselves through all these efforts to see Mount Everest. Simply because it’s there... (Norwegian language only)

Gyantse and Shigatse are two very interesting cities on Southern Friendship Highway in Tibet. We spent some days in both places wandering around in beautiful monasteries and admiring the breathtaking view from the fortress in Gyantse.

Southern Friendship Highway between Lhasa and Gyantse was probably the highlight of our entire journey. We cycled through picturesque valleys, challenged high passes and camped next to a holy lake. The Tibetan people, however, are very annoying on this particular area.

Jardar Valand has written a very personal account of his meeting with the Tibetan people and culture (Norwegian language only).

After 22 days of living in a tent and about 1450 km on the seats of our bikes, we arrived in Lhasa on July 5th.

Eric Mortensen has written a report about our journey towards Lhasa in Tibet. You can read it on his blog Full Rulle (Norwegian language only).

We are anxious each time we approach one of the three major checkpoints between Golmud and Lhasa. Will the police stop us and send us back to Golmud or do we manage to sneak into Tibet without any permits? (this article is in Norwegian language only)

For a while yesterday evening we were afraid that our whole bike trip to Lhasa was coming to a sudden end. The bolt on Jardar’s rear hub has broken in two. This is a solid steel bolt that was made especially to pull the Bob-cart. We didn’t have a reserve, as none of us thought it would ever break off. But that’s happened.

We’re now in Xining, which is the capitol city of the Qinghai Province in China. This city is approx halfway on our bike journey between Ulan Bator and Kathmandu.

It was wonderful to get to Hong Kong! Finally a little of the structure and order we’re used to in the West. Now we could safely cross the streets on green, we were no longer in constant danger of falling into an open manhole, and we could enjoy wandering around in smoke-free public buildings and shopping centres.

Eric Mortensen has written a report about our journey towards Lanzhou. You can read on his blog Full Rulle (Norwegian language only).

During the last week we have cycled through the muslim province of Ningxia, pitched our tents in a nuclear zone, crossed the Yellow River for the second time and finally arrived the huge city of Lanzhou.

I suddenly hear a woman’s voice behind me: "Can I ask you some questions, please?" I turn quickly and see three young Chinese women coming towards me. "Of course", I answer right away, thinking to myself: "Wow, somebody I can finally talk to in English, and girls at that!"

We had just left the marvellous but crowded city of Pingyao in China and we looked forward to move westwards into a rural and mountainous valley. But we were terrible wrong. We had to cycle in pollution and misery for two lengthy days before we finally reached heaven on the other side of the Yellow River. (this article is in Norwegian language only)

Eric Mortensen has written a report about our journey towards central China. You can read it on his blog Full Rulle (Norwegian language only).

From Jining and southwards the map mainly said continusly habitation. Thus we met a lot of Chinese people here, mostly of them only staring at us. When we arrived the big cities of Datong and Taiyuan, we could also enjoy all the "western" pleasures, like hamburgers and hotels with hot showers....

We had not been many days on our bikes in China before some police officers stopped us enroute to Jining. To our surprise we were caught in an unopen area, which required an alien travel permit. How could we know....