VIDEO: That time I cycled up Baldwin Street, Dunedin. It’s the world’s steepest residential street, you know

Dunc Wilson on Baldwin Street

One evening, during the bike ride, I called my maps man Scoot and said “hey, I’ll be in Dunedin tomorrow. Fly down?”. Seven hours later, he was on a plane from Auckland.

One caveat of his impromptu visit was that I must cycle The Bike (the one I was riding around the entire coastline of New Zealand) to the top of Baldwin Street, which just so happens to be the world’s steepest street.

It happened. You can watch my brief summation of events here (warning: contains the s-word):

Yes, look again, I cycled up there in jandals (flip-flops).

The Story Of Dunc’s Big Bike Ride will be out as soon as I’ve written it – please ‘Like’ my Facebook page for updates!

The story of Dunc’s Big Bike Ride – writing, editing, deleting, writing some more

Dunc in France

Nearly 1/4 of 2016 has passed and I haven’t written anything for my website. I’ve had my eyes buried so deep in writing the book, that I’ve barely looked up to write anything else. That goes for emails to friends, too. Sorry.

If you’re not aware, I moved temporarily to Britain at the end of January in order to better focus on the Dunc’s Big Bike Ride book, while enjoying the company of my family and old friends. I’m not going to lie: it’s been a tough adjustment to make. Firstly, the UK was cold at the end of January, so I had huge bodily alterations to go through. Then came the longing for all that natural beauty in New Zealand, and NZ has a lot of that! They say you can only measure love when you take something away. Well, hear this: I love Aotearoa.

In between writing, editing, re-writing, deleting and writing some more, I’ve been lucky enough to visit Windermere in the Lake District, the west coast of Scotland, including the Isle of Skye, Penrith, Malvern, Luxembourg, Trier in Germany, France and an IKEA of Belgium. Never stop exploring!

Now, the book, then. The book, I think, is going well. I learnt a lot from chapter one. A heck of a lot. In fact, it will probably need re-writing for the final publication. Chapter two is much better, which I know is wrong. In order to apply for publishers, I need three mint, ready-to-go chapters, a synopsis and pitch page about the book and who will potentially purchase it (you, I hope) and a bio explaining why I am the best person for the job of writing the story of my adventure. I may not be, but I hope that I am. If no publisher wishes to take me, then I’ll go run a Kickstarter campaign to take orders for the book. Nothing wrong with that in 2016.

So far, the words of this book have been compiled in various parts of Auckland, a cafe in Melbourne, on a plane above India, in a Bangkok hotel, at my parents’ house in London, Kinlochmoidart House, Acharacle Tea Rooms, Severndroog Castle, Woolwich Library, Greenwich Yacht Club, Holborn Cafe Nero and many others. I hope to add the London Eye, Madame Tussauds and the Blackwall Tunnel to the list before it’s done.

Aside from writing, I’m posting a daily ‘throwback to’ my amazing adventure on my Instagram; a picture from every day, precisely a year behind (NZ time).

Being removed from New Zealand so cruelly has also given me a fresh perspective on potential future adventures I would like to tackle. I’m a long way from any of these right now, but do be assured the cogs have started to turn and this pony has more tricks.

Thanks for all your support last year and this. I hope your 2016 is turning out grand as they come.


Cycling the New Zealand coastline in 2015 was the adventure of my life, thanks to all who played a part

Mangawhai bridge

Wow. What can I say? I continue to re-live parts of this epic adventure in my mind and it strengthens me. I also bang on to friends with tales from the trip, all of whom listen, silently, each yearning just to have a copy of my book so that they can just scan through the bits they want to know about and never hear from me about it again.

The book is coming along. Slowly. I accepted some full time work at the start of November, to help pay some bills, and this only just finished before Christmas. Writing a book while working full time is hard, so I’ve made the decision to lay off some of that until I can get some more words down.

The givealittle for St John stands at just shy of $8,000. At 11,000km cycled, that means the good people of Aotearoa donated a kind 73c per kilometre for my efforts. I’ll take it. Actually, I won’t, but St John will. If it goes to help even one person, then it was worth doing.

If you supported me in any way this year throughout this crazy adventure, I’d like to thank you. The way people pitched in to help me out and see a good bugger through means the Earth. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and 2016 brings you some excellent things.

Dunc x