Water bottle eyelets are a bit of an obsession of mine. For instance, I needed to haul up to 10 litres riding across the Sonoran desert on the Arizona Trail, and in Mexican Sierra Madre, most of the …
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I’m not planning on posting much in the way of non-Latin American content during this hiatus at home. But there’s no denying the riding in the UK can be lovely too, and even if time is short, there are still …
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The bicycle you choose to ride on a long journey is always an important matter, worthy of much pondering, head-scratching and debate. After all, we’re talking about your mechanical soul mate, the companion with whom you’ll be sharing the best …
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For various reasons which I’ll expand on at some point, I’ve had to put my journey on hold for a few of months.
I now find myself back in the UK, desperately missing the road and its rhythm. The bananas …
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I’m on Day 3 in Ecuador, and so far, I’m loving it here…
Special thanks are due to Steve, for guiding me by email to one of my favourite rides of the trips so far: a high altitude dirt …
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The Arkel’s XM-28s are the baby brother to the similarly designed but more capacious XM-45s. They cost $209 and according to the Arkel site, weigh 1.6kg. As the name suggests, they’re 28 litres in capacity for the pair – you …
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I’m now in Pasto, south western Colombia, just 88km from the border with Ecuador.
The journey from Mocoa is one renowned in bike touring circles for being amongst the most beautiful and rugged rides in Colombia. It crosses from the …
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Casas de Ciclistas are, as the name suggests, homes for cyclists. These wonderful abodes are dotted about South America, welcoming in stray, nomadic bikers, with a floor to sleep on or a garden in which to camp.
I recently visited …
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It’s taken a whole lot longer than expected to get to San Angustin – a town famed for its megalithic structures and religious monuments in the southern district of Huila.
The main road will shuttle you there in five hundred …
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In this chapter, Arnaud is mistaken for Japanese and I’m likened to Jesus (by someone who’d had a revelation that the saviour would return to his town, no less), as we leave Bogota and make our way to the star-soaked …
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