“The country is a marvellous field-garden of rice, vegetables, and sugar-cane for some miles.
The villages, with their peculiar, characteristic Chinese architecture and groves of dark bamboo, are striking and pretty.
The paths seem to wind about regardless of any special direction ; the chief object of the road-makers would appear to have been to utilize every little strip of inferior soil for the public thoroughfare wherever it might be found.”
~ Around The World on a Bicycle, Thomas Stevens (1888).

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October 1886 – Published 1888.
Around the World on a Bicycle.
“From Teheran to Yokohama” was the second illustrated volume of Tom Steven’s pioneering ride around the globe and covers the second half of his journey on a fifty-inch Pope “Columbia” high-wheeler, from Persia to Japan, complete with observations presumably even deemed racist at the time.
Arriving in Canton (Guangzhou) on an opium steamer from Calcutta, India, via “an hour or two” ashore in Singapore, and a brief stop in Hong Kong, he explores the city while awaiting his passport, before continuing his journey on 12th October 1886.
Given his problems with the language, his route is hard to trace, however from Guangzhou, he passes through “Fat-shan” (Foshan), before following a path leading “distinctly toward the northwest” to “the large village of Chun-Kong-hoi” and “the town of Si-noun, on the south bank of the Choo-kiang,” (Pearl River or Zhujiang River).
“I strike a trail across-country in a north-westerly direction that must sooner or later bring me to the banks of the Pi-kiang” (Beijang River?). “Sam-shue” (Shaoguan?) “is at the junction of these two rivers, the one flowing from west to east and the other from north to south; by striking across-country, but one side of a triangle is traversed instead of the two formed by the rivers. My objective point for the night is Lo-pow, the first town of any size up the Pi-kiang.”
“Chin-yuen” (Qinyang?), his “next halting-place, forms something of a crescent on the west shore of the river, and is distinguished by a seven-storied pagoda at the southern extremity of its curvature.”
After struggling for a few miles up and down steps, he reaches “a temple occupying a romantic position in a rocky defile, and where a flight of steps leads down to the water’s edge. All semblance of anything in the nature of a continuous path terminates at the temple, and hailing a sampan bound up stream,” he continues to the end of the canyon before continuing “to the town of Quang-shi, after an awful tugging through sand-hills, unbridged ravines and water.”
Catching a boat, “Chao-choo-foo is the next city” he aims for, along the river emerging “into a more open country; straight ahead can be seen an eight-storied pagoda,” “on the opposite shore, the town of Yang-tai (?).” “A few miles from No-foo-gong and a rocky precipice towers up on the west shore, something like a thousand feet high.” while upstream “reveals a curious two-storied cave temple, with many gayly dressed people, pleasure sampans, and bamboo rafts. This is the Kum-yam-ngan, a Chinese Buddhist temple dedicated to the Goddess of Mercy.” (Guanyin).
Still on the river, he passes a place “known as Tan-tsy-shan, or Bullet Mountain”, with its “moon-like hole” before arriving at what, “from various indications, it is surmised, as I seek my couch, that the city opposite is Chao-choo-foo” (Shaoguan?), (“two hundred and eighty miles” from Canton).
From “Schou-chou-foo”, ” in a general sense, along the right bank of the Pi-kiang,” the bicycle is carried through “Nam-hung” (Nanxiong), “up, up, up, to the summit of the Mae-ling Pass” (Mei Pass), “as far as the city of Nam-ngan” (Nankang) “on the head waters of the Kan-kiang” (Zhangzui River), “said to be two hundred miles distant.”
Entering Jiangxi, he catches a boat to “Kantchou-foo” (Ganzhou), but is chased out of town by a mob and, crossing the river by ferry, is escorted “considerably over a hundred” miles – instead of the “fifty miles south” indicated on his map, – towards “Ki-ngan-foo”, passing “another large walled city with a magnificent pagoda”, which he believed to be “Lin-kiang”, only to be informed it was “Ta-ho”.
At “Ki-ngan-foo” he is attacked by a mob who mistake him for a Frenchman (the Sino-French War having ended barely a year earlier). and he is saved by the authorities who smuggle him out of town on a boat in the middle of the night, anchoring at another walled city, which he believes to be “Ki-shway.”
For his own safety, he is escorted for the rest of his journey and he writes, “it now becomes apparent that my bicycling experiences in China are about ending, and that the authorities have determined upon passing me down the Kan-kiang by boat to the Yang-tsi-kiang. I am to be passed on from city to city like a bale of merchandise, delivered and receipted for from day to day.”
He sails along the river to “Sin-kiang”, before making his way “for a few miles across country to Lin-kiang, which is situated on a big tributary stream a few miles above its junction with the Kan-kiang,” before “at length the river-voyage comes to an end at Wu-chang” (Nanchang?), “on the Poyang Hoo” (Poyang Lake). and he is escorted by land to “Kiu-Kiang” (Jiujiang), where he boards a steamer for “a pleasant run down the Yang-tsi-kiang to Shanghai,” before transferring to a Japanese steamer for Nagasaki, on 19th November 1866.
- By Thomas Stevens.
- Published by Sampson, Lowe, Marston, Searle and Rivington, London.


July 1892 – Published in 1894.
Across Asia on a Bicycle.
“The journey of two American students from Constantinople to Peking” is a beautifully illustrated book “made up of a series of sketches describing the most interesting part of a bicycle journey around the world,” in which the two young riders set off the day after graduating from Washington University, St. Louis, Missouri, in June 1890 and, over the next three years, “covered 15,044 miles on the wheel, the longest continuous land journey ever made around the world.”
For their “six months’ experience in the ‘Middle Kingdom or Central Empire’ as the natives call it, for to Chinamen there is a fifth point to the compass — the center, which is China,” – they left Kazakhstan “through the arched driveway of the Chinese custom-house,” at Khorgas, “on the bank of the river of that name, which, by the treaty of 1881, is now the boundary-line of the Celestial empire.”
Passing through the Xinjiang District, they cycled to Kuldja (Yining), Manas, Ürümqi, Barköl, Hami, and through the Gobi Desert to “Suchow” (Jiuquan), “Kanchow” (Zhangye), before passing “from the barrenness of the Gobi to the rank vegetation of the Edzina valley,” and Lanzhou, Xi’an, Tongguan, Taiyuan, and “Peking” (Beijing), which they reached .n November 3rd 1892, the 71st day of their “three-thousand-one-hundred-and-sixteen-mile journey.”
After catching a house boat down the Pei Ho River to Tianjin, rather interestingly, the two young Americans even got to meet “the Prime Minister of China”, Li-Hung-Chang, and secure an insightful interview with him, before sailing home via Shanghai.
- by Thomas Gaskell Allen, Jr. and William Lewis Sachtleben.
- Published by The Century Co., London.
THE JOURNEY FROM SAMARKAND TO KULDJA.
“We dashed through the arched driveway of the Chinese custom-house, and were several yards away before the lounging officials realized what it was that flitted across their vision.
‘Stop ! Come back !’ they shouted in broken Russian.
Amid a confusion of chattering voices, rustling gowns, clattering shoes, swinging pigtails, and clouds of opium and tobacco smoke, we were brought into the presence of the head official.
Putting on his huge spectacles, he read aloud the visé written upon our American passports by the Chinese minister in London.
His wonderment was increased when he further read that such a journey was being made on the ‘foot-moved carriages,’ which were being curiously fingered by the attendants.
Our garments were minutely scrutinized, especially the buttons, while our caps and dark-colored spectacles were taken from our heads, and passed round for each to try on in turn, amid much laughter.”
~ Across Asia on a Bicycle, Thomas Gaskell Allen, Jr. & William Lewis Sachtleben (1894).

