Oh, Father Pedal, please forgive me for I have sinned, I am not worthy of the pulpit or spandex for

My left calf pulsates as if being eaten by an army of ants, my lower arms radiates with a fume

Bureaucracy moves at a glacial pace, the tourist visa stamp floats like a retreating ice berg in the luke warm

  I have read many times in magazine articles and travel guides, in reference to solo female travel that it

As the sun dips onto the tropical forest roof top the street wakes up and blossoms with life. There are

It is the middle of the night and I am hungry. The sounds of ocean waves crashing closer fill my

As I peddle through rain drops the size of toy poodles I begin to grin. A giggly grin I haven’t