Back To Australia

Just thought I should give a little update on our movements, even though we’ve almost – but not quite – caught up with everyone in person here in Australia. The Photo Menace Our stopover in Los Angeles was a tight one, especially when airport security staff – that multicultural, friendlily stern farewell to America –… Continue reading Back To Australia

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

Cancun – Antigua: Gringos in Guatemala and Breezy Belize

Kilometres: 12,300 or so New countries: 2 Size of Guatemala if you were to stretch it out and flatten all the hills: Probably enough to cover the Pacific Ocean "After all this," said Rob when I left him in Tuxtla Gutierrez for a two-month break from Baxter, "you're either going to be really excited to… Continue reading Cancun – Antigua: Gringos in Guatemala and Breezy Belize

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

Mexico City – Puerto Escondido: Downhill all the way to the coast

Kilometres: Ten thousand-ish Times we cooked with pool water: 2 Times Simon reminded us we cooked with pool water on his second night on the road: 242 Well, once more I've left it far too long to write. When I left you all I was still in big bad Mexico City. Cities, I've realised, do… Continue reading Mexico City – Puerto Escondido: Downhill all the way to the coast

Guadalajara – Mexico City: To the Huasteca and back again

Kilometres: 9833 Mexican states: 13/32 Pre-jungle insect bites: 0 Post-jungle insect bites: approx. 345,423 "I'm dirty and salty and damn it feels good to be a cyclist again," I wrote with distressingly bad grammar on the first night after we left Guadalajara. From the very start of this trip, hosts and acquaintances in big cities… Continue reading Guadalajara – Mexico City: To the Huasteca and back again

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

Ramiro the Cockfighter

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

Guerrero Negro – La Paz: To the Bottom of the Baja

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