Narcissus fell in love with his image in a pool of water, hence “narcissism.” I must love my image if I now have hundreds of selfies from the last three years of travel. This album contains about thirty four of them—my attempt at a representative sample. Continue reading
In which I spend the night as an outsider in a small Russian village in northern Armenia, where one hot shower was enough (1,800 words). Continue reading
Looking back three years later, I was lonely in Taiwan when I visited as 2014 came to a close. For me it was a good country to be lonely in: Continue reading
Jesse asks on a Whatsapp call over a good-enough wifi connection for me to respond at length to: “What’s the most scared you’ve ever been during bicycle travel?” It was a conversation about fear and we laughed a lot; fear is so often ridiculous in hindsight (1,700 words).
This gallery shows how the daily search for water impacts our lives on the road as bicycle travellers.
I cling to the hope that I can continue to learn about the places and people I visit long after I’ve left. This hope is motivated by reading a book about a place I thought I understood (1,200 words). Continue reading
Twist my rubber arm. I’d love to live in the southern Caucasus and if I did, it would be in Yerevan. Here in Armenia’s capital city I met outdoor enthusiasts, ex-pats and artists (some combinations) who intentionally base themselves here. They feel torn between getting the word out and keeping Yerevan a secret. Continue reading
Reflecting on the pros and cons of our aspiring veganism, and how it fits into a bike-travelling lifestyle (1,900 words). Continue reading
What’s the best way to ‘do no harm’ when relying on others to collect water during bike travel? I don’t have a simple answer, but I do have some blunders and learnings to share (1,200 words). Continue reading
How we pursue a comfortable night’s sleep outside on the ground (1,600 words). Continue reading