Where Am I???
Thanks to both mum and my lil’ Spot Tracker, anyone who wishes to know where I am, can find me on Googlemaps over here. When I remember to turn it on…
As you can see, right now I’m …
[ Read More → ]Thanks to both mum and my lil’ Spot Tracker, anyone who wishes to know where I am, can find me on Googlemaps over here. When I remember to turn it on…
As you can see, right now I’m …
[ Read More → ]This next instalment in my catch-up posts follows on from the Moskitian Adventures. It covers the ride south from Mocoron (Honduras) to (Granada) Nicaragua, a distance of some 800kms, most of which is on rough, remote dirt roads.
This …
[ Read More → ]I’ve been meaning to catch up with more of the Moskitian leg of the journey for some time; my attempts to blog this missing piece in the jigsaw stalled after I lost my notebook and map, on which I’d scrawled …
[ Read More → ]For the next part of the trans-Moskitian adventure, I’d planned to hop on one of the lanchas plying the waterways linking Ahuas and Puerto Lempira, before picking up the main road – well, a potholed unpaved track – down to …
[ Read More → ]Before I move on from Ahuas and share the the singletrack adventures that took me south to Mocoron, here’s a little pictorial of Yudina’s amazing grandchildren and their neighbours.
The kids delighted in seeing themselves on the camera screen, probably …
[ Read More → ]Out on the remote Honduran and Nicaraguan border, I bumped into Stefan, a Romanian/Canadian motorbiking down from Alberta. Having loaded his bike onto a cargo vessel bound for Puerto Lempira, he’s also headed south to Argentina. It was good …
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After a gruelling 580km stint from Puerto Cabezas, I’m now reached the colonial idyll of Granada, with access to my computer once more – thanks Richard for carting my plug all the way from Honduras!
There’s a lot to catch …
[ Read More → ]I’ve just arrived in Puerto Cabeza, Nicaragua, a sketchy and ramshackle port tucked away along the remote caribbean coast, home an eclectic array of Moskitians, insalubrious drug runners and only the most tenacious of Mormon missionaries.
Crossing the Honduran swathe …
[ Read More → ]I’m now holed up in the Banana Republic guesthouse in La Ceiba, waiting out a storm that has unleashed torrential rain over the last four days, clogging up the city’s water supplies and grounding marine transport to a halt.
It’s …
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