The hardest part of travelling is the goodbye. It definitely leaves me wondering why as I pedal on with an

  Somewhere in far western Kenya in the village whose name I did not catch I was adopted, taken in

I am going to have to start wearing a bra if this corrugated dirt road doesn’t improve I think to myself

I am percolating with a certain kind of elation that I have not felt in some time, hit by a

As I push forth through the final hill on the outskirts of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, the firewood carriers have captured

Swooosh, the steepest descent since leaving the Dali Llama’s Himalaya hill top months ago  is beneath my smoking wheels. Literally, my back

What the….? The infamous Ethiopia is in sight.  The border is a medley of mayhem, merchants, touts, money changers and

The parched hills of the Sudan/Ethiopia border region are a pleasant distraction from my own thirst. Dehydrated river banks lead

As the sandy Sahara sunshine beats down on my salty back, the kilometers pass me by. At times, the tail

Camel as defined as a creature of arid inhabitant, they carry their own water in their hump, comes in many