Reaching Inuvik, the last bastion of civilisation before taking on the remaining one-hundred and seventy kilometres of deep gravel before reaching the Arctic Ocean, I came under fire from a squadron of the nasty little bastards.
This is the land of the midnight sun, at 1am it felt like four in the afternoon. My travelling companion, Sean from Arctic Moto Adventures, and I sat in a local park listening to a guy play guitar. Under normal circumstances it would’ ve been a perfect evening, but something caught my eye, literally. I’ d been bitten on both lids of my left eye. Within ten seconds, I was swatting at my neck like a man having a nervous breakdown. There was blood in the