The Red Centre

Alright, let’s get this out of the way. This time the excuse is this: as we neared the far reaches of Australia’s east coast and with it, re-entered the orbit of my family and the last weeks of the trip, I had less and less time to sit down and punch out a post. When… Continue reading The Red Centre

The Gorge-ous Kimberley

By now, this drive around Australia has given Hailee and me a sort of immunisation against the power of a beautiful coastline. We’ve seen more white sand, dramatic cliffs, pounding waves and seawater the colour of Listerine than you could shake a snorkel at. Someday, I suspect poor Hailee will return to the fabled coasts… Continue reading The Gorge-ous Kimberley

Apple Picking on the Apple Isle

Our latest encounter with the overall-wearing magicians they call “mechanics” had left us (well, me) feeling somewhat vulnerable in the pocket region, and after a day in pretty Hobart Hailee assented to driving south, into apple country, to look for work. We left the Mount Wellington hut on Tuesday morning, thinking we’d hopefully find something… Continue reading Apple Picking on the Apple Isle

Antigua – San Salvador: End of the Line

Kilometres: 12,754 Time it took to cycle from San Francisco to San Salvador: Eight months Time it took to fly from San Salvador back to San Francisco: Three hours and forty-five minutes Our team consisted of Robert B, Christoph the German and myself. We had two days' worth of supplies, a reasonable morsel of intelligence and… Continue reading Antigua – San Salvador: End of the Line

Puerto Escondido – Tuxtla Gutierrez: Oaxaca Beach Cruising

Kilometres: 11,457 Oaxacan beaches visited: all of them Litres sweated: 11,457 We awoke with throbbing heads and unhappy guts in a Puerto Escondido hostel, and after a brief farewell Simon was gone. He took with him his trout (Simon-speak for "chat"), his charming smile and his invariably sunny disposition, and immediately thoughts turned to getting… Continue reading Puerto Escondido – Tuxtla Gutierrez: Oaxaca Beach Cruising

La Paz – Guadalajara: Mainland Meyheeko

Kilometres: About 8500 Movie nights in the tent: 7 or 8 Deaths wished upon roosters late at night: several hundred Regretful Quintens after an afternoon at the cockfights: 1 As the days went by, La Paz began filling with cyclists. For those of us heading deeper into Mexico, the marinas promised the chance of catching… Continue reading La Paz – Guadalajara: Mainland Meyheeko