Post Cards From The Borders, Part Two

Last week, we started a two-part series where I tried to wrap my feeble mind around an evolving fixation on borders. We started with grandiose adventures across the somewhat meaningless boundary between Queensland and New South Wales, followed by the thoroughly underwhelming frontiers in Europe and the more exciting crossing further east. Iran/Armenia, 2014 We… Continue reading Post Cards From The Borders, Part Two

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

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

Nu Yawk, Nu Yawk

I was sitting in an airport in Orlando, not long after publishing a post predicting how hard it was going to be to leave the unforgettable people and the crazy times I'd known and had in Bogota. I was sweating in jeans, a remnant of Bogota's pre-dawn chill unsuited to Florida in summer, let alone… Continue reading Nu Yawk, Nu Yawk

Return to Gringoland

So when we left off at the end of The Vegas Adventure, I had just left my good friend Chris in the blinding light of a Vegas morning, to fend for himself on the Strip for one last day. While he wandered around in a daze, trying to think of things we'd forgotten to do… Continue reading Return to Gringoland

The Vegas Adventure

"So when I was sitting next to you guys on the plane, I thought you were Mormons," confesses our new friend Junior,  a young Colombian guy, as we sat waiting for connecting flights in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. We laugh, but Junior is peculiarly stone faced. "No, I'm serious." Several weeks earlier, my housemate (who I'll… Continue reading The Vegas Adventure