From the hostel I turned left &, with brakes fully on, negotiated the 15% gradient down the cobblestoned streets, & headed out of town past the ruins. The road was empty & it stayed like that for the rest of the day as past through several roadside villages. I stopped in one for a break […]
Welcome
It has been that way — periods of lounging in too great comfort at home, interspersed with periods on the road — since I first stepped off the Dover-Calais Ferry as a very wet-behind-the-ears 16-year old with two bags, from which I would be separated only a week later.
This website is the story of my latest trip, a cycling one starting in Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Ocean in Alaska and several journals of previous trips going all the way back to that ill-fated trip into France in the summer of 1985.
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Recent Posts
- Epilogue: Honesty Will Get You Everywhere
- Bogota: End Of The Road
- Manizales: Centre Of The Coffee Region & Successful Football ... But Not For Me.
- Medellin: Rappers Against Violence
- Cartagena: Colonial City 'Par Excellence' - Saving The Best 'til Last
- From Portobelo To Colombia But Not As I Expected
- Panama Canal: Big Ships, Little Ships - It Takes Them All
- Panama City: Bike ... Dismantled ... Boxed ... Gone
- The Road To Panama City: One Last Push
- The Continental Divide: One Last Big Climb
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