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When you dream of something for more than a decade, expectations are correspondingly high. Over the years, we’d crossed paths with scores of cyclists who’d gushed about the sublime beauty of the Pamirs. Most of them left out the part
The Good Ole' Days I hate having choices. A decade ago, when we first began touring through Africa, route planning was far more clear-cut. Studying our Michelin Africa map usually turned up just one possible route, perhaps two options in
Bye-Bye New York! Hello Kazakhstan! Changing Continents There’s something disconcerting about jetting half way around the world by plane when you’re more accustomed to rolling slowly across continents. Not that the flight between New York and Kazakhstan was all that
I was down to my last half liter of water. Bumping along a rough track in the Arizona desert, this lack of H2o was some cause for distress. We ought to be passing a ranch about now. But where was
Random Saddle Tales
“Let us know if you make it.” I shot Chad, our latest couchsurfing host, a confused look. “What do you mean, IF we make it?” Turns out Eric had been conspiring to bring a little excitement to our Borneo tour.
Wonderful things happen when we open ourselves up to serendipity and chance. Embracing the out-of-the-ordinary often lands us is the most amazing of situations. And so it was last Friday evening on Argentina’s Ruta 3. The windiest road on the
“Is this the way to Hanging Rock?” “Are you going to attempt to cycle all the way up there?” “No, not attempt. I AM going to cycle up to Hanging Rock!” I was fed up with people doubting my abilities.
“Those roads are probably still buried under three feet of snow. You’ll have a tough time making it through.” The forest ranger in McCall confirmed what we’d begun to fear: it was still too early in the season to attempt