Journey to the Centre of the Earth

On December 5, 2013 by MarcF

In 1986 two cousins, Richard and Nicholas Crane, decide to undertake a cycling journey to the “Centre of the Earth” – the furthest place on the earth from the sea.
This place happens to be in a remote part of Western China called Xinjiang, south of Siberia, west of the Gobi desert, and north of the Himalayas. As with the poles, the Cranes’ “centre of the earth” is not an actual recognizable place; rather it’s a concept given physical and symbolic (at least to the Cranes) manifestation. The Cranes say they got the idea from reading a description of the theoretical place in the Guinness book of World Records.

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Starting from the Bay of Bengal, in Bangladesh their route takes them, into north-east India, across Nepal, and into Tibet, and the remotest parts of western China.
That goal alone, travelling 5000 km over the breathtaking altitudes of the Tibetan plateau, scaling 5000+ meter mountain passes, and riding across the Gobi desert, is itself impressive. But what makes this adventure story truly outrageous are the self-imposed restrictions on how they’d do it: on riding steel race bikes (not sensible mountain bikes), travelling ultra-lightweight, and fast—only 50 days is their goal.

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Now these Cranes are no ordinary cycle-tourists. They hail from a family of hardy ultra-adventurers, and prior to this trip, both had considerable experience with long, difficult expeditions, recounted in their earlier books such as Running the Himalayas (as covered on kickasstrips here) and Bicycles up Kilimanjaro. They are the kind of extreme cyclists who seek out the most challenging, outrageous routes, and then blast their way to the destination through a combination of remarkable fitness, stamina, and old-fashioned, British, stiff-upper-lip stoicism.

The Cranes’ method of “super-spartan cycle-touring” is impressive. They each brought only one set of clothes, minimal rain gear, a small sleeping bag, camera and tape recorder, notebooks, some medicine, maps, and a few small tools. They  That’s it. No tent, no food. Only one water bottle each. Even across the Gobi desert.  Their plan was to find food, water, and lodging along the way, relying on chai houses and hotels in populated areas, and on the generosity of locals in remoter places. In the desert, they counted on occasional passing trucks to stop and share water.

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So obsessed were they with lightness that they snipped the labels out of their clothing, cut off excess parts of their maps, and drilled holes into equipment, including their actual bicycles, to shave off a few grams here and there. They saw their toothbrushes in half and cut extraneous buckles off of their panniers before “bikepacking” (or “ultralight backpacking”) was even a thing. Being ultra-lightweight was a point of pride for the Cranes.
The few other touring cyclists they encountered along the way marveled at their “tiny bags.”

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For the most part – amazingly – their ultra-light method actually worked. On days when they could ride, they went fast and far, often over 150 km a day, the longest being a 212 km day. Yes, there were some uncomfortable nights spent under the stars in the Gobi or shivering in a cave during a snowstorm, but most of the time they were taken in by locals who extended an unquestioning hospitality, providing food and a place to sleep, often refusing to take any money in return.

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One of the striking things about the book is the Cranes’ portrayal of the Chinese—just how accommodating and generous they were to these strange bicycling Brits, whose endeavour must have seemed daft to them. In exchange for food and lodging, the Cranes offered a comical nightly routine of entertainment, whereby the cousins would attempt to overcome the language barrier through a ritual pantomime of their adventures and recitation of Chinese place names they had travelled to or were heading towards. When feeling particularly silly, they performed the “contact lens trick” for their hosts: removing and inserting their contacts, to great guffaws.

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At one point in the Gobi desert, they resolutely refuse to take on extra water when available, insisting that they stick to their original ultra-weight plan, despite not knowing when they’d hit water again. (In that case, about 60 km of blistering desert riding later.)

So obsessed with their goal of making it in 50 days the cousins make an ill-advised attempt at a short-cut in Tibet. Desperate to quickly get to Lhasa, one of their major stopping points, Richard insists they forgo the actual road, which goes over several mountain passes, and, instead, take the more direct route along the Brahmaputra valley. The only catch? There’s no road on the map for this “obvious route.” Perhaps for good reason, as they discover. They scramble along a torturously steep track, disregarding the warnings of farmers who indicate they should turn around, and end up in a “ghastly mess” as the snow begins to fly—sleeping en-plein under a rock overhang. The next day they find their way back to a road and discover they’ve saved neither time nor climbing at all.

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There’s something hilariously British, and a tad imperialistic, about this whole adventure: an implicit assumption that the locals will take care of them. All they have to do is knock on someone’s door, wave some cash, and be British, and the rest will take care of itself. The cousins wear their ridiculous salopets (those so-very-80s unitards), drink tea at every opportunity , and say things that only a British person could:  Richard: “I’m afraid to say that men from non-Western cultures dressed in Western clothes always turn me off”; Nick: “One of my favorite fantasies has me sprawled in my flat, with a big pot of tea and a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits.” Blimey.

A great adventure non the less.

The book has been long out of print but you can get a .pdf or .mobi copy of it here.

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Sources: Crazyguyonabike.com, pig-monkey.com, dustymusette

 

About MarcF

Global wanderer of the world. Avid cyclist, skier/snowboarder and passionate ping-pong player. Can't live without mountains in my vincinity. Fascinated by cryptocurrencies and hackerspace-like collaborative creations. Linguaphile with a special interest in Chinese, Russian & Spanish. Lover of both good & cheap wines, random facts and singing in the shower. Travel and backpacking remain my first true love. The crazier and more original those earthly exploits the better!

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