Back in Bolivia we hit a big bump in the road. It sent us into a spin. Two months off the bikes re-grouping and now we’re back on the road full of energy and enthusiasm for the Alaska leg of
Bears and an itsy-bitsy bump in the road


Back in Bolivia we hit a big bump in the road. It sent us into a spin. Two months off the bikes re-grouping and now we’re back on the road full of energy and enthusiasm for the Alaska leg of

Finally we’d managed to stuff, squeeze and squash all our bulky, Alaska-proof, cold-weather gear into four panniers and a dry sack each. Our bikes were heavier than ever. 40+ kilos of gear weighing down each bicycle, we reckoned. One last
Monday July 11th, 8AM from Missoula’s own Adventure Cycling, we set off for Alaska. Yippee! Since the big Bolivia theft, it’s been a long hard struggle to get back on the road. After taking the painful decision to leave South

60 seconds or so. That’s all it took for a bold bicycle thief to bound away on Eric’s fully-loaded KOGA. Those careless 60 seconds in Bolivia will probably turn out to be the most costly moments of my life. Because

I used to like to boast about how few problems we’d run into in five years on the road bicycle touring around the world. I loved busting all the myths about the world being a dangerous place full of thieves,

Our two big Andean adventures (Paso Sico and the remote Southwest Bolivia ride) left me with more than some nice photos and a few good tales to tell. Those cold hard rides had gifted me something that felt like the

“We’re going out for a while. If any tourists show up, just tell them to wait.” Yeah, alright, sure…we’ll do that. You can count on us–two random cyclists—to take charge of the Bolivia Immigration Post. From the Chilean desert town

“She doesn’t look good.” “I’ve never seen her like that. Just collapsed on the side of the road and refused to move. I had to drag her back on to her bike. Force her to pedal. I told her she’d

Stunning. Jaw-dropping beautiful. Amazing. Awe-inspiring. There’s something quite spectacular about the varied landscapes of Northern Argentina that words can’t quite capture. Arid and peaceful at times, brooding and pensive when a storm rolls across the Andes. These is a world

Flooding. We hadn’t expected it in on the Puna. But this was a La niña year, said the locals. Clima loco. Crazy weather. In this part of Northern Argentina, undulating Ruta 40 and the other minor roads we bounced along