Monte Alban Oaxaca

The waiting game in Oaxaca

Long term traveling is not for the impatient person. Either that, or it teaches patience. One expired credit card and another about to expire had me laid up in a cozy hostel for two weeks. I was playing the wai...

Preparing for the CDT

Preparing for the CDT hike could not have gone much worse. For the last several weeks I suffered the effects of bronchitis. I just couldn't seem to shake it off. I was tired and weak. As a result I was unable t...

Cycling Huesteca Jalpan to Xilitla

I'm leaving the Sierra Gorda and cycling the Huesteca region. I didn't want to leave Jalpan. In my previous life I had rare days when I didn't want to go to work. I know I'm not the only one. We all have them f...

The Lonely Road

I left the lovely but isolated town of Durango late in the morning as the local 'women in farming community' had their morning social breakfast outside my room. I cycled down the pedestrian mall until the error...

Upper Copper Canyon

 I left the tourist town of Creel with little knowledge of what I was getting myself in for (or little knowledge of a drug cartel related shooting overnight in town). Dark clouds threatened rain and the wi...

Cycling the Ventura Highway in the Sunshine

Only two small hills stood between me and the flat coastal plains of southern California. I hadn't really taken any notice of where I was going and what sort of sights I might expect for the days ride. So when ...

Cycling the Big Sur Coastline

The first days of my journey from San Francisco could not be said to have been a success in many peoples eyes. But my eyes see things differently. I had mechanical problems but that thing called Karma, if you b...

Cycling San Francisco to Santa Cruz

The sun was directly overhead, my skin was burnt and my mood was low. I stuck out my thumb holding my bike beside me. I was only about 100km south of San Francisco. This is not how I pictured my ride south. My ...

Cycling San Diego to Los Angeles

Cycling San Diego to Los Angeles can be done at anytime of the year. Although it was winter, I was glad to finally bask in the warmth that was San Diego. In a strange twist of fate I caught a cold which lasted ...

Cycling across the Sonoran Desert

Despite the threat of rain in Arizona, the driest state in USA, I set off cycling into the Senoran Desert. Large Saguero Cactus were for the most part my only companions. Listening to music as I cycled a song c...