Alaskan hwy

The Spell of the Yukon

That’s how this famous poem from Robert Service, an Englishman who moved out to the Klondike after the gold rush years, starts. Now I wanted gold too, but of a different kind. And far more easy to find here in Dawson City. Especially under Dori’s guidance. Dori had invited me to come and stay at her…

Inuvik

Here we go

Do you recognise this thing? You see or hear something and it won’t leave you alone? It’s been month’s since I saw this youtube video and though: Far out! That’s ridiculous! Who would do such a thing..? ……….. I could never even attempt something like that! ………… It looks miserable. ……….. And beautiful …………. How awesome! ……….…

Stille nacht

Winter is coming

I was thinking how funny it is I went to Iceland to ride the ring road in winter and allowed myself 3 months. Where in Canada I’ve given myself a month to ride a distance that’s nearly twice as long (but only a fraction of the country) I’ve been in search of winter. A cold clear wintery…

Beach

Island Life

Just about every person I’ve met lately has warned me that this is not the right time of year to be cycling on Vancouver Island.It seemed pretty right to me though! Sure it got a bit wet at times, but if that’s what you’re expecting and prepare for then it doesn’t seem too bad. And if…

Hurley Pass

Oh, the places you go

I met Paul weeks ago. While having a coffee on the roadside he gave me his number and told me to let him know if I’m ever near Kamloops. ‘Pritchard’ to be precise. A tiny settlement near Kamloops with just a handful of houses. But enough to do to keep me entertained for the next week.…

Canada yayaya

the Sun is shining down on me

 After telling you about all the things I lost in the last post I figured a more positive start would be appreciated. So I’ll start with a few of the things I’ve been given in the past few weeks. Besides the waves, smiles, best luck wishes and a lot of sunshine. There have been gallons of…

Rocky Mountains

A New World

You wouldn’t think that after all these years on the road I still be an unorganised chaotic mess. Unless your my mum or dad. Then it probably wouldn’t surprise you at all. The list of things I’ve forgotten/lost along the way grows again. Added this time are, a coffee filter, my bikini, a pretty japanese…