La Sierra: Gifts, Guns and God
Closing in on the 4890 metres summit of Punta Olimpica, The Cordillera Blanca Range, PeruI wake to a harsh light spilling into my tent. As I peer out into the night there's a glare of torchlight and...
View ArticleChasing waterfalls and such
It's only falling water..."Don't go chasing waterfalls. Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to."It was poor judgement - opening with a TLC song lyric, and you're probably...
View ArticleBurning Legs and Burning Out
I found them on the road in Ecuador - the cutest children in South America.Then I stole her hat, which just looks better on me. Smouldering in EcuadorYesterday was the 330th day I have spent riding my...
View ArticleFeisty friends and forest
The sign, sited roadside and heralding a blind corner was a bit perturbing. Why, I had to wonder, did Ecuadorians need this picture? If they didn't understand that accelerating into oncoming traffic on...
View ArticleSouth America: Of maths and memories...
Well I thought it would take me nine months, in the end my journey across Latin America by bicycle lasted two weeks over a year. There were a number of excuses I could offer up to explain my tardiness,...
View ArticleParadise lost and found
Paradise Found? A typical decision in my life circa 2009 -Mr Jones is complaining of abdominal pain, should I rush him to theatre for an appendisectomy?A typical decision circa 2012 -If I buy some...
View Article"What's going to happen when..."
As a rule if you are changing countries more often than your underwear then something untoward is going on. Unless, that is, you happen to be biking through Central America where borders flash past and...
View ArticleGuest Post - 'Lessons from the London Triathlon' By Oli Davy
I was going to title this post "The Day I Ate a Whole Chicken On The Side of a Mexican Highway" and then I realised that whilst this was no doubt a seminal moment in my life and journey, it's not a...
View ArticleStevey Gonzales
Admiring a salt lake on the Baja peninsula of MexicoContrary to popular belief football is not Mexico's national sport. It's sweeping. Mexico's women are more intensely devoted to sweeping than a gap...
View ArticleBike lanes and bacon doughnuts: God Bless America
I get sentimental when I leave places behind. Some smarting reminder of all that I have grown to relish suddenly stirs and every memory becomes tainted by a sense of loss and nostalgia.January the 7th...
View ArticleAnd then there's California...
"There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there's California" - Edward AbbeyStreet Life - Mooching around Los AngelesLA was my office and playground for about...
View ArticleBiking in the buff, and other stories
Amongst the Coastal Redwoods, California'Step outside Sir!'Light fills my tent, the fabric glows blue, then red and back to blue in what I know must be the lights of a cop car outside.'GET OUT OF THE...
View ArticleClaire, the invisible bear and a kazoo
It was the worst possible sentence to hear since I was dog tired, horizontal inside my tent and intent on a restful night’s sleep. “But I love you Amy….You Bitch.” Having heard that series of words,...
View ArticleYukon and on and on
They call it 'The Highway of Tears'. Since the seventies more than twenty women have vanished off the main road that sweeps east-west across British Columbia connecting the port of Prince Rupert and...
View ArticleDemise of the Shadow Cyclist
There are times when it strikes me that I've been cycling for a very long time. In Dawson City the revelation came just after I tried, unsuccessfully, to change gear with the grip-shift. I came to an...
View ArticleThe Final Frontiers : A crowd-funding campaign
This week I have launched a crowd-funding campaign to help finance my journey back to the UK by bicycle. It's a last ditch attempt to keep me pedaling. And here it is......
View ArticleKit Reviews 2013
If you expected some of my usual musings and yarns then I'm afraid you will have to wait until I'm back on the road. This month I've been based in Anchorage in Alaska where I've been making new...
View ArticleThrow another cliché on the barbie, you Flaming Galah!
October in Anchorage is a month of riotous revolution. The tree-scattered avenues, loping ground for wayward moose, burn deliciously with the vivid hues of autumn. Adding to the drama is the first snow...
View ArticleTwo go vagabonding
It’s just inevitable as men get older - they develop a receding sense of humour…The sound of an engine dies, a car door clicks closed and then two voices fill the night. I walk down the driveway...
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