“Are you alone (solita)?” The aging man´s face wrinkles into the mid morning glare. The scent of fresh daily bread

The grass is always greener, I reason to myself as I find myself missing family and friends back home.  The

As I stand on the street corner in Puerto Natales, Chile, my pockets bulging with a roll of duct tape

A friend of mine once told me ´the reason you get to cycle around the world is because you have

As anyone who has met me knows,  occasionally I suffer from verbal diarrhea. Babblying my way to babbleon,  a favorite

Ah fuckity” I say out loud into the frosty Patagonian air. My gortex gloved hands grasp the frigid wobbling handlebars.

If I ever get on a sailboat like that again for 6 weeks with three smelly boys to cross the

The words burst out of my greasy salting lips as my huge smiling eyes focus through the thick morning glare.

The glimmering glow of a half moon creates shadows through the iridescent red glow of our head lamps.Six of us,

I was wearing full condom holding AK 47 in Poland military” Frederyk explains as he motions his calloused hands to