Wolves, bears, wild dogs, accused of spying, and facing the Iranian Mafia!



A fight with an Uzbekistani shepherd, trying to decide how many Filipino Mafia he would have to kill to survive, and being accused of spying in Iran are just a few of the challenges Waiuku’s Jeremy Scott faced on an epic journey last year.
Now Jeremy has written a book about that adventure, a 52,000km solo bike ride from London to New Zealand, and is presenting a talk on his journey on Monday, June 22 at the Waiuku Library from 6.30pm. While there is free entry, spots are strictly limited, and the first to RSVP will get the chance to hear Jeremy’s story.
The talk will be a 40 minute presentation followed by a question and answer session.
“I can promise that everyone who attends this presentation is in for a treat,” Jeremy says.
In 1977 Jeremy was a sick young child lying in an Auckland hospital bed waiting for life changing open heart surgery at the hands of renowned cardiologist Sir Brian Barratt-Boyes.
Thirty four years later he was well aware he had been given a second chance in life, so he set off on his bicycle, to travel half-way around the planet.
Cycling solo, without sponsorship or the benefit of a support crew Jeremy pedalled 51,916km crossing 29 countries on his ride from London to Auckland.
To put those distances into perspective, that is more than enough to circumnavigate the earth.
Temperatures in the saddle ranged from 20ºC below freezing in the Turkish mountains to being well in excess of 50ºC in the sweltering deserts of Western China. Wild dogs, wolves, bears and crocodiles ensured there were many restless nights camping in the wild, while snow blizzards, sandstorms, floods and typhoons provided a constant reminder of just how insignificant people are in the big picture.
Jeremy fought with a shepherd in Uzbekistan who tried to steal his camera. He was interrogated by the Iranian military who waved guns in his face while angrily insinuating he was a spy. He had two separate terrifying encounters with Iranian and Filipino Mafia where he found himself methodically and calmly plotting how many people he needed to kill for his own survival, which thankfully turned out to be none. It would be quite an understatement to say that this was not a journey for the faint hearted.

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