How do I roll? A look inside my ride
This morning I woke up, packed up the rest of my gear, ate breakfast and then decided to stay in the uninspiring Argentinean tourist town of El Bolsón for another night. […]
This morning I woke up, packed up the rest of my gear, ate breakfast and then decided to stay in the uninspiring Argentinean tourist town of El Bolsón for another night. […]
Regular readers will know that I am not a fan of other people getting up inside my cycle space. I appreciate the complimentary thumbs up or cheerful toots from passing […]
I feel as if I owe the Puna de Atacama an apology. Although still very much in love with that gorgeous arid high plateau I know my heart has now […]
That Lance Armstrong is a naughty chap aye? I wonder what Lord Lance could do on a weighty touring bike… for that matter I wonder what any of the peloton […]
Put an entire country in a blender, give it a zizz, add a large dose of wealth for flavor and you’ll get a spicy Latino capital city soup. Latin American […]
Street art generally possesses the Marmite effect, you either love it or hate it. Often times I feel these perceptions are coloured by what people think the art represents more […]
Getting on the bike every morning to the nagging feeling you’ve been in that place before is quite an eerie sensation. During my time riding South America I have grown […]
The huge descent down 3,950 metres to Copiapo at the end of this route marked the closing of an era. Having been at altitude for the best part of the […]