A guest post by WOW(WomenOnWheels) Cyclist of the Month- Antoinette Morgan Since my childhood days I always liked cycling. We

Number 5 You can cycle for days with a t-shirt shoved into your pants while hoping your now big bottom

I have shagged the boss and now I need to find a new job…I am looking for something more extraordinary”

That brown  door does  not look right, I think to myself as I stand facing my guest house room door,

  “Mzungu, Mzungu,”  I hear joy hollered from the road side as I cycle past raising my tired arm from

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