We pick our way through the pick-up trucks crammed into a dusty side street and hand thirty pesos (AUD$2.50) to the girl at the gate. Her eyes are bright as she welcomes us in and we step into a walled-off lot of scrappy grass, a third of which is taken up by a building that was… Continue reading Ramiro the Cockfighter
Kilometres: 7494 Tommy's "Taco-ed" Wheels: 2 Crashes: 1 We spent three days in Guerrero Negro in the end, haunting the eateries and internet cafes and returning to the local soccer stadium by night to sleep. A group of seven American cyclists - dubbed the "Seattle Seven" by the rest of us - stuck around for… Continue reading Guerrero Negro – La Paz: To the Bottom of the Baja
Kilometres: 6620 Tacos eaten: About 6620 Towns named "Rosarito": 2 New countries: 1 Well, I found Bobby B. Black aka Roberto Negro outside an apartment I was couchsurfing at one afternoon, fresh and stoked from riding over two days down from LAX to San Diego. How very strange to see him in the Americas once… Continue reading San Diego – Guerrero Negro: Welcome to Mexico!
Kilometres: 5783 New states: 2 Countries ridden from end to end: 0.9999999999 I've neglected this blog for a while, so I apologise in advance. This is going to be a long'n. For a while I'd been kind of obsessed with the idea of riding through a desert to chase vague visions of heat, dust and… Continue reading Tehachapi – San Diego: Detour to the Desert
Kilometres: circa. 3500 Average meals per day: 6-ish Likelihood of having diabetes: high Pretty proud of that title. Just look at the alliteration! Last I wrote I'd just arrived in: San Francisco In San Francisco, I ate. I arrived at Christian's place in Emeryville, on the eastern edge of the San Francisco Bay and wedged between… Continue reading San Francisco – Tehachapi: From the City to the Sierra to the South
Kilometres: 2755 Hershey's "Mr. Goodbars" eaten: About 2755 It's been a while since my last post, more than one full Oregon ago! This is going to be a long one, I'm afraid, so I'll break it into sections with helpful little titles and everything. Mount St. Helens and the Cascades So when I last left… Continue reading Randle – San Francisco: Ore-gone back to Cali
Kilometres: One thousand and something! "Evergreen State"s crossed: not quite one. Star-spangled flags spotted: about 7.3 per person. As I pedalled out of Nicholson Street after a few days with some family friends, I thought "Well, I'm a cyclist again". I left Penticton full, happy, excited and, well, in pouring rain and into a driving… Continue reading Penticton – Randle: A full plate in Washington state
Kilometres: 400 and something. Snake sightings: 2 High-pitched freak-outs upon seeing a snake: 1 (yes!) Up Burrard Street, right on Hastings Street, past the crackheads swarming around Chinatown drugstores, up a Big Hill ("The first!" I thought triumphantly), right on Gaglardi Way ("Oh dear," I thought as I reached the top) and down the Big… Continue reading Vancouver – Penticton: A Happy Cyclist’s Report
On September 9 Steve Austin's morning show on ABC Brisbane's 612 station ran a story about my trip. They said they visited me during one of my "training sessions", to which a friend quipped "so she came over for a beer, right?"Apparently it's going to be played again on Radio National this weekend, so look… Continue reading The Naked Pun on ABC Radio!
"Now here you go again You say you want your freedom. Well who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should Play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness like a heartbeat Drives you mad. In the stillness of remembering what you had, And… Continue reading “Cycling from where to where?!” – A Prelude