Dear Ilona

Truly, the Maitian Hostel threw me in front of individuals who were to change the course of the journey I … More

My name is Afghanistan

The approach of Simona and Danielle on a cold morning in Tajikistan was exciting. Ilona and I were heading south … More

A week of cycling in southern Kazakhstan and it became clear – I was caught in the middle. Stuck between … More

To my true Canadian spirit the bear statue called. Grasped in its claws, a cement rendition of meat on a … More

Dear Reader, A riddle: What do a barn piled with hay, a field nearby a police checkpoint and a stretch … More

Well. Truth be told, the biggest hesitation I had about strapping my backpack to the back of my bicycle was … More

The late afternoon rain had started as the driver dumped us and our bags at the restaurant by the road. … More

Sometimes, plans change – I’m on a bike now!

If you’re feeling in a mood to reach a bit, as I clearly am, the week Christine and I spent … More