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Under Asian Skies

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CGR is pleased to promote the Author Sam Manicom and his motorcycling adventure books. One of the worlds leading motorcycle authors his books have been read and reviewed the world over.

There’s a magical, captivating, buzz about being on the road under Asian skies. Sam Manicom’s second book takes you on an adventure covering two continents; Australia and Asia. As he motorcycled across the continents, he was constantly challenged by things he’d never dreamt could happen. Things he thought he knew well were changed by the adventures. The stunning beauty of the land enthralled, and the people of this amazingly colourful part of the world were fascinating. There was no end to the adventures Sam Manicom could have and he sought them with his eyes wide-open, or they came to him!

Sam says, ‘It’s the people that make a trip like this into a success. They may wish to live your dream with you, or find empathy with some aspect of your nomadic adventure. Landscapes, climates and histories enthrall, but it is people who make every day significant. For the motorcycling overlander people bring joy, frustration, and warm generosity. As for the adventures I sought, more often that not they found me and sometimes they did so in ways that you’d not want to tell your mother about! Would I go back to these parts of the world again? Too right I would!’


…a unique and wonderful adventure. Ted Simon

The 315 page Under Asian Skies is packed with line drawings with the centre pages are made up of colour photos


‘The blue van smashed into the bike from the left. It hurled us across to the central reservation, and I ended up wedged under the bike with petrol pouring out of the carburettors onto my legs. It happened in an instant, and after a long moment of stunned silence, suddenly all my senses were working on full power. The reeking petrol was stinging my skin through my trousers. The earth and grass by my nose, heated by the midday sun, smelt dry and held the tang of pollution.

On the other side of the reservation cars sped past, just by my head. I could hear them and feel their draft, but trapped under the bike I couldn’t twist enough to see them or get further away. The first three people to get to me roared up on bikes. They were Australian Hell’s Angels…’

‘There didn’t seem to be any system. The traffic appeared to have no rules other than ‘go forward somehow’. Battered Ambassadors heaved their heavy rounded bodies forward, lumbering around potholes. Three-wheeler rickshaws buzzed like demented flies, darting and ducking past the other road users. Big, beaten up buses belched clouds of smoke over everyone, and bullied their way along with a rather solid superiority. Their windows were decorated with shiny pictures of the gods Ganesh and Shiva or fat, non-smiling Buddhas. They had glittery tassels hanging and swinging like some sort of freak belly dance as the bus thumped through yet another hole. Garlands of bright orange marigolds framed the windows, and bold signs stated warnings and religious confidence. ‘Sound Horn Please’ and ‘God Is With Me’.

Big Tata trucks, subservient only to the almost kamikaze behaviour of the buses, arrogantly elbowed their way through the mess. Only fools, buses and cows got in their way. People-power rickshaws scuttled their sweaty way through the chaos, battling for tiny spaces. The rickshaw men looking wide-eyed at the constant mash of ever-changing threats, all of which had the power to crush them and their passengers out of existence as one would do with an irritating bug.

Cyclists were next down the food chain, with pedestrians being the lowest form of life. The latter though, still had to cross the street and did so with a combination of fatalism and pro-rugby agility as they handed off cars in their dash from one side to the other. The amazing thing was that it all seemed to work, until a cow got in the way that is. Cows are holy and know that they can get away with anything, so they did. They would aimlessly wander out into the snarling mess of the traffic, and the ‘flow’ really did somehow miraculously part for them. Perhaps in a past life Babu had been a cow, or perhaps, living on the taxi driver’s edge of life he was already dreaming of the form he would like to take in the next one…’

‘The first checkpoint away from the border wouldn’t let us through. ‘It is too dangerous for you to be travelling at night in this area,’ the olive-green clad soldiers told us authoritatively. ‘You park there. You go in morning.’ No sooner had we settled down, bodged a repair on the skylight and had prepared dinner, when another group of soldiers marched across to bang impatiently on the bus door. ‘You no stay here! You go now!’ the one in charge shouted at us. His face was reddened and spittle was flying from his mouth as he shouted and stamped his foot like a petulant child overdosing on power. The soldiers with him all had their guns pointing at us and looked as if they were itching to try them out. The head soldier’s angry enthusiasm was infecting them and they appeared to be more like a mob than a unit of a nation’s army. Most of them looked like teenagers in uniforms they’d borrowed from their fathers, and I couldn’t see one who looked as if he was safe handling a gun…’


‘After the success of reading Sam Manicom’s ‘Into Africa’ I set out to read his new book ‘Under Asian Skies’ with great expectations. I have to say I really wasn’t disappointed at all.
It was the same great style as last time, but possibly slightly richer, as his writing style had developed from his last book. The colour photo’s added an excellent dimension…
It gave another excellent insight in to the wonderful people that Sam met along his journey, the high’s and low’s of the journey, illnesses, crashes and with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure! I found this book even more engaging than the last and read it through end to end in about 5 days flat!’ Honda XRV Trail Riders Club

Readers Feedback Quote:

‘I have finally finished your book, having stretched it out as long as poss. I really did enjoy it so much I just didn’t want it to come to an end. Well written and a great adventure. Alan UK

315 Pages & 33 Colour Photos

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