I hate the feeling of giving up. You probably do, too. Yet we all have those throw-in-the-towel days. During our two and a half months biking around Borneo I’ve had plenty of them. But I stuck it out. And I’m
I’m not normally a jungle person. Pedaling through places with steamy equatorial climates—Guyana, Gabon, Borneo—ranks just above biking through China’s factory belts or on Southern California’s 8-lane freeways. Jungles scare me. The thick tangles of vegetation feel forbidding. The constant buzz of
Six months from now we’ll be 8,000 kilometers south of the equator somewhere on the South Island of New Zealand. I imagine us gathered around a roaring campfire swapping tales with fellow cyclists. Sooner or later the talk will turn
“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.
Most cycle tourists rank “Easy Interaction with Locals” as one of their top reasons for travelling by bicycle. Whether it’s exuberant kids in Burundi cheering you up the mountainside, taciturn Mayans of the Guatemalan Highlands welcoming you into their humble