2 years of travel

2 Years of Travel

1st February is a special date for me. It marks 2 years of travel. On that date in 2014 I started this journey which in many ways has only just begun. My journey is about the spirit of adventure and exploring t...

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. ...

The Warning

 A local guy joined me in a restaurant in the town of Guachochi. I was enjoying my favourite Mexican meal of Huevos Rancheros. 'Did you know there is a curfew in town', he said. 'No', I replied, 'Is it enf...

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...

Chillaxing in Creel

  Huevos Rancheros I negotiated a decent discount on a room at a small family owned hostel. Tourism has suffered immensly here. The once thriving and growing tourism industry has taken a rather bad turn...

Cycling to Copper Canyon – The Hard Way

Copper Canyon A pickup truck loaded with people went past me as I cycled slowly up a steep hill. It stopped about 50 meters in front of me. In the rear tray were three children, maybe aged between 8 and 10 ye...
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The silly things we do

From La Paz I had two choices of ferry to the mainland. One ferry went overnight to the large coastal city of Matzalan, the other to the closer (and further north) destination of Topolobompo. I had a desire to ...

Paradise Found Bahía Concepción 

It was a hard place to leave, I thought to myself as I cycled away from this tropical paradise. For several days I essentially lived on a beach under a crude thatched roof shelter. Alternating between a visit t...
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Cycling Baja Mexico

Cycling Baja is where my Mexican trip really began. I cycled past large Cardón Cactus and not much else on a quiet road with not a sound to be heard but the wind, not just any wind, a tailwind, the cyclists fri...

Last Days Cycling in USA

I cycled out of sunny downtown Santa Monica in Los Angeles along the easy to follow bike paths that follow the splendid coastline for many miles. All the beautiful people of LA seemed to flock to this area to b...