drawings on a dusty road

The southerly winds were making it difficult to gain any relative headway, and grinding out the kilometres in granny gear against…

morocco: in the footsteps of hercules

Our first ride in Africa was always going to be short. Having lost an hour to time change we headed…

Ferry crossings can be a mixed bag and we’ve had our fair share of white knuckle rides over the years.…

So we loaded up the bikes, connected on the trailer, group hugged, high fived, whooped, posed for the *departure*…

… to join in the Monks’ bike ride.. cute little fella, eh..

As an adolescent I got kicked out of Eden Park Stadium in New Zealand for throwing beer up into the…

A piece of advice I once received before embarking on my first tour cycling holiday, was to: get out all…

days to go.. until lift off from the small Spanish town of Vejer, as we pave the way for future…

Unscheduled stops are part of travelling. We’ve stopped to let trains race past. Endured lengthy delays from border control officers, and…