Spanish Language School in Flores – Guatemala

I had a week to kill in Flores, Guatemala. It was time to head of to a Spanish language School in Flores. It was never my intention to stay in Flores to learn at a Spanish Language School, but the timing and th...
3 years travel

3 Years Traveling

3 Years Traveling Today marks the end of  3 years traveling and the start of my 4th year on the road. What started as a one year sabbatical from my job as a Police Officer to cycle and hike around Tasmania and...
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...

Cave of Swallows

My cycle trip to The Cave of Swallows was inspired by watching documentaries. They have in many ways inspired the journey that I am currently on. Hiking and Cycling the most amazing places on the Planet. Many y...

Exploring Colorful Guanajuato

Guanajuato, in the colonial heartland of Mexico is a colourful city. It must be a citywide decree that all housing must be painted loud and bright. It's a also a strong university town which might account for t...

Mountain Biking Nevada de Toluca

I arrived at a crazy Mexican girls house late in the afternoon. I'd met her just over 24 hours earlier in the town of San Miguel de Allende. I'm basing myself here for the next couple of weeks exploring the nea...

The Lost City of San Juan Parangaricutiro.

On 20th February, 1943, near the town of San Juan Parangaricutiro in the Mexican State of Michuacán, Dionisio Pulido and his family were preparing the field on his farm. Spring planting season was approaching. ...

Cycling around Volcán Colima

Volcán Colima or Colima volcano is one of the most active volcanoes in the Americas. During my visit it took on an almost humanistic form. That of a chain smoker. Smoke would constantly bellow from the top of i...

Zacatecas to Tequila 

It was hard to leave Zacatecas. The morning rain showers didn't help. No city in Latin American has touched me in such a positive way as this place. I made good friends, was well rested and comfortable living i...

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...