WOW WALL Pop Quiz!!! What Bike Do You Ride? ‘Its called Minerva Link, its not a trekking bike per se, but it’s doing a great

My tanned hand cinches the  strap on my otlieb rack pack, my load feels light this morning. The week´s worth of food (470km) I carried

“Is that tent supposed to look that way” The campground manager says with a curious WTF sort of tone. I am tucked inside a claustrophobic

“Can I have a copy of that photo?…it reminds me of my grand-ma” A short sighted man who works for major Hollywood productions in London,

“Hyena misses, no camp, hyena misses no camp here” The sound of a dozen local Ethiopian villagers permeate the barrier of my tent wall.  The

“Neehow”, the little boy waves hello from the side of the road, “Neehow” I think to myself is not Arabic, the Sudanese language or English,

As rain dances on the ferry boat schedule departing Turkish, Cyprus, I stand like a racehorse at the starting bell antsy and raring to go. 

The creaking door swings wide on aging post office hinges that have watched closely over many a reunion. The shipping counter is cluttered with stacks

Perched high in a round balcony, a widow peers out into the distance Mediterranean oceans waiting on a sailor who left for the hospital in

After about 30,000 uncounted kilometers, Pandemic The Magic bicycle is suffering a cough due to cold, a pesky hiccup of sorts that persists with a