That brown  door does  not look right, I think to myself as I stand facing my guest house room door, the lock has been broken, I have only been gone

  “Mzungu, Mzungu,”  I hear joy hollered from the road side as I cycle past raising my tired arm from the grips of the dusty handle bars struggling to form

The hardest part of travelling is the goodbye. It definitely leaves me wondering why as I pedal on with an awkward smile and an uncomfortable all too familiar tingle in

  Somewhere in far western Kenya in the village whose name I did not catch I was adopted, taken in by a hard working nurse named Margaret at the local

I am going to have to start wearing a bra if this corrugated dirt road doesn’t improve I think to myself as my flimsy torso bounces off Pandemic’s seat, my airborne

I am percolating with a certain kind of elation that I have not felt in some time, hit by a wonderful speed ball of energetic happiness. I crest the final

As I push forth through the final hill on the outskirts of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, the firewood carriers have captured my attention.  Women, bundles of firewood strapped to their mule

Swooosh, the steepest descent since leaving the Dali Llama’s Himalaya hill top months ago  is beneath my smoking wheels. Literally, my back wheel rim is practically smoking, too hot to touch. The

What the….? The infamous Ethiopia is in sight.  The border is a medley of mayhem, merchants, touts, money changers and self appointed guides.  The wonderful thing about a magic bicycle

The parched hills of the Sudan/Ethiopia border region are a pleasant distraction from my own thirst. Dehydrated river banks lead into arid stream beds as the region is parched for

As the sandy Sahara sunshine beats down on my salty back, the kilometers pass me by. At times, the tail wind shifts to a sideways gust, pushing me into the

Camel as defined as a creature of arid inhabitant, they carry their own water in their hump, comes in many varieties  and colors, they live in herds with camel friends