The Monkey Run
You and a 50cc motorbike versus mountains, deserts and jungles
Taking on jungles, mountains and deserts on a motorbike designed for a child is a recipe for disaster… Glorious, pant-wettingly brilliant destiny-shaped disaster.
There’s nothing quite like the sensation of a monkey bike between your thighs as you thunder, slowly, along dusty tracks with no idea where you are. People will definitely laugh at you. But not to worry, you’ll be having too much fun to care. You’ll grin like an idiot. And probably cry a bit when it inevitably breaks down.
This is The Monkey Run. A massive adventure on a tiny motorbike. Join likeminded fools cramming in two parties, a test driving day and 1000km of overland chaos into a week that’ll feel more like a month.
The Monkey Bike
The Monkey Bike is the essence of genius in slightly unreliable machine form. Driving this miniature design marvel will incite the full spectrum of emotions from delirious driving joy to utter despair.
They’re quite slow but feel fast because your arse is already nearly on the ground. That also means it won’t hurt as much when you fall off. Which you probably will.
They are lightweight and nimble; handy when you have to push it up the odd mountain here and there. They even have an expedition-ready luggage rack over the rear wheel which can easily hold your wallet and maybe your keys. In summary: completely unsuitable and therefore perfect for old school adventure.
The unroute is a simple and highly effective adventuring format, nay, a philosophy. Everything between the start and finish line is entirely up to you. Dictating a route to be blindly followed would suck the adventure from your soul. So pick one of these countries, ditch the maps and go forth and get hopelessly, gloriously lost:
Force your pint-sized adventure machine over the high passes of the Andes and through the Amazon jungle in Peru. Experience the thrill of Morrocan frostbite in the peaks of the Atlas mountains and the joy of sweaty Saharan sand dunes that make going forward mostly impossible. Or tackle the famous Trasfagarasan highway and endless off-road tracks as you wobble across Romania dodging forest bears and horse-drawn carriages in remote villages.
You're on your own...
Because true adventure is best served wrapped in in cotton wool, we’ll all ride in single file at 5mph. Every 2nd rider will be a mechanic and we’ll bring someone’s Grandma along so they can mop your faces with a saliva-drenched tissue if you accidentally dribble your din-dins down your chin.
That’s a lie. You’re on your own, which is the whole point of proper adventure. If you know how everything is going to turn out it would be a holiday, and holidays are boring.
If you get stuck, find a local to lend you a spade and get yourself un-stuck. If you get lost, leave your smartphone in your pocket and speak to real human beings to get un-lost instead. You’ll thank us. Eventually.
The Adventurists exists to bring chaos into our over-sanitised lives. To create adventures where you don’t know what will happen tomorrow or if you’ll even make it. Because there’s no greater moment than those seconds when you leap into an abyss of uncertainty and disaster. Our founder Mr. Tom was convinced the Monkey Bike could deliver.
He went on a test run to Morocco in 2015 with his research wing man Buddy. They had no route, no idea if it would work and did bugger all planning. Buddy had a minor tantrum. Several tantrums actually. They froze their man-bosoms off at the top of mountain passes and ran out of water in the desert. But after unleashing the raw power of the 50cc adventure machine across a big bit of Morocco they agreed this was the start of something rather special and the Monkey Run was born.