Round the World Bicycle Tour since 2006
If January is anything to go by, our 2011 promises to be full of adventure, amazing beauty and struggles against nature. The New Year began with a stand-off against the dreaded RUTA 40. This desolate stretch of road is nothing
Recently Chris from Vermont e-mailed us about our bicycle tour. Before signing off he wrote, “I would love to do what you’re doing, but at my age it’s just not possible.” This type of email is typical. People writing to
10,000 kilometers and six months biking South America without seeing a single cyclist. Now we’re surrounded by seven of them hanging out in the same campground In Calafate, Argentina. Patagonia is swarming with cyclists. If there’s a bicycle touring mecca,
The ferocious Patagonian winds fought hard to keep us from reaching Tierra del Fuego. They tossed us about, knocked us off our bikes, attacked us from all sides. They humbled us. They angered us. They brought us to tears. But
Exactly two years ago we were slogging our way through Sudan’s Nubian desert on our way to Egypt. Looking back, my most vivid Egypt memories are of the wacky sculptures of the White Desert, the amazing temples at Luxor and
We travel because we’re bored with the familiar. We’re fed up with spotting a Starbucks on every street corner. We can’t take another day of banal office gossip around the photo copier. We’re tired of seeing the same old big
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
Patagonia at last! Gone are the rolling hills and pine trees, the small towns with their delicious factura-filled bakeries and quiet parks. Patagonia is a windswept land of wide-open spaces, hardy sheep and long, lonely roads. The glaciers and lakes
Despondency is dead. At least for the moment. Bicycle touring has its ups and downs and that feeling of ‘I love life on the road,’ has returned. Not sure how we lost it in the first place, but now that
24/7 with the same person for months, possibly years, on end? Sounds like a recipe for a short-lived romance, a costly divorce or a nasty end to a friendship. Add to that the stress of biking through unknown lands under