February 4, 2019

I’ve got a suitcase pressing into the back of my head, a brake lever digging into my shoulder, and my arm wrapped around one of our bike wheels. “Este es Cuba!” – This is Cuba! – explains our “collectivo” taxi driver as he shoves and scrapes our bicycles into the back...

January 6, 2019

I often find myself comparing ourselves to others. Comparing our journeys with theirs. Our tolerance of hardship, our fitness, our setups, our willingness to push ourselves to – or past – our comfort zones. “Where did you start your journey?” “How many kilometres do yo...

December 1, 2018

A couple of days off the bikes were in order after our adventures on the Kokopelli trail. We took this opportunity to go for a day hike in Arches National Park and had our socks blown off! There was so much incredible scenery crammed in to such a small area. The Devils...

November 19, 2018

“You don’t have to practice being miserable”. These were the wise words of Conrad, our AirBnb host in Helena, Montana.

We had started the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route in Banff with all the intention of riding the whole way to Antelope Wells, New Mexico, where the ve...

October 4, 2018

FIFTEEN CENTIMETRES of snow for Banff itself on Thursday - this was what a bus driver had told Gabi. Checking the forecast on the internet didn’t hold much more promise - subzero temperatures, the snow-line creeping ever lower. With great trepidation we embarked on day...

August 23, 2018

It seems we spend about eighty percent of each day thinking about food, talking about food, or actually eating food. We had read about the bottomless hunger of bicycle tourists, but had never experienced it ourselves until now. The moment we finish breakfast we think a...

July 30, 2018

We've all made mistakes. We've certainly made a few these last few days. But hey, where's the adventure if you don't camp in a berry patch in bear country, leave an essential part of your tent behind, or leave the tent open, allowing it to fill with a thousand mosquito...

June 25, 2018

In a full four weeks in Scotland, I never once wore my raincoat in anger. If I had have stuck to the minimalist bikepacking ethos of "If you don't wear it or use it, don't pack it", then I probably shouldn't have packed my raincoat, rain pants, down jacket, THREE pairs...

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