Cycle Touring Puget Sound: A Bike Break From Reality

We woke early, grabbed our loaded bikes and rolled along our street, downhill toward Lake Union. Our uniform would be familiar to long-term readers of this blog — old shirts, padded pants, sunglasses, sandals and daggy helmets. We left the trail along Lake Union’s western shore and retook the streets, pedalling past H’s shuttered downtown office… Continue reading Cycle Touring Puget Sound: A Bike Break From Reality

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