Downhill to Alaska! (and uphill out)
It is all downhill into Alaska. Just before crossing the border I had met the fox. And even luckier, I met Mason. Who just happened to be up there taking photo’s, not necessarily of me […]
Bear
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 […]
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 […]
Memorable Meetings of the Terrific and Terrifying kind
After sticking to roads for about three weeks I had the urge to get out, find a dirt track and see what else there is on Hokkaido. According to my logic there had to be […]
