Prickles and Punctures
Let me introduce you to Flavien,He is from France but lives on Haida Gwaii. Where I spent a few months last year. He happened to be cycling down the Baja California at exactly the same […]
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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Cycling Dutch Girl 