Munro: a Scottish hill over 3000ft (915m). We’d been climbing them off and on for the past decade and, having acquired a habit of cycling to peaks in the Andes, thought we’d give it a whirl in Scotland on newly…
Welsh Black Top and a Skinny Ride
It’s strange to go from a life where every hour is recorded with a photo of some mountain scene, meeting different people everyday and sleeping at a different coordinate every night to a lifestyle where you sleep in the same place, spend all…
Dear Decaying Argentina
Derelict buildings. Grand designs: overambitious and never completed. Old bangers, 50 years old but still lovingly kept in roadworthy condition. Disused railway lines. Crumbling tarmac. Disintegrating pavements. Abandoned industry. Closed internet cafes (replaced by free WiFi; which doesn’t work). Flimsy…
¿Ella tambien?
In everyday Andean cycling life, when buying groceries or checking into a guest house, say, we have the same conversations over and over again. Where are you from? Where have you come from? How are your tyres? (This comes up…
Homes away from home
On our travels it’s been rare to come across somewhere that feels like home. In Asia we’ve visited many wonderful places, like Karimabad, or Leh or Munsyari, say. But we’d not want to live there – we’d always be outsiders.…