Hiking Frenchman’s Cap

Frenchman’s Cap is a white mountain, made mostly of quartzite, in Tasmania’s southwestern wilderness. It doesn’t look like a Frenchman, or a cap, but apparently some convicts thought it did so that was that. On a clear day you can get a glimpse of it from the Lyell Highway as you cross the island from… Continue reading Hiking Frenchman’s Cap

Still in Tasmania: The South East

Well, we’ve had almost six weeks in Tasmania now and have only just made it to the west coast, known as the wilder part of this strange little island. We seemed to get stuck in the south east for quite a while there, because every dirt road seems to conceal some little version of paradise.… Continue reading Still in Tasmania: The South East

Down Under Down Under

Our guts celebrated their return to Australia with a final, furious salvo of the Delhi Belly that had been plaguing us since, well, Delhi. Call it a kneeling ovation for the India trip. Luckily, we had Dad’s spacious place to recover in, and after almost turning ourselves nocturnal with some poor responses to jetlag, we… Continue reading Down Under Down Under

In India! (Part Two)

This is Part Two of a two-part post about our trip to India. Click here for Part One. Ramthanbore From Pushkar we headed east once more to Ramthanbore, outside the bustling city of Sawaii Madhopour. We came for one reason: tigers. There is almost nothing for a tourist to do in Ramthanbore except taking bumpy,… Continue reading In India! (Part Two)

In India! (Part One)

Delhi When it came to driving, Deep had a bit of an ego on him. Our hotel in the central area known as “Old Delhi” had sent him to pick us up from Indira Gandhi International late on a Wednesday night, and he obviously relished his role as the very first of the 1,326,801,576 (as… Continue reading In India! (Part One)

One Last American Road Trip

I know I said the posts were going to be shorter. And I was going to post this in smaller chunks, but bugger it. It’s going up in one big load. I’m sorry. When I last left off, Hailee and I had quit our jobs and were getting ready to fly down to Australia. However,… Continue reading One Last American Road Trip

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

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!

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