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

San Diego – Guerrero Negro: Welcome to Mexico!

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!

Tehachapi – San Diego: Detour to the Desert

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

San Francisco – Tehachapi: From the City to the Sierra to the South

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

Randle – San Francisco: Ore-gone back to Cali

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

Penticton – Randle: A full plate in Washington state

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

Vancouver – Penticton: A Happy Cyclist’s Report

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