Monthly Archives: November 2016

We ride along in a could of white dust at times so thick it can hide an on-coming car or the rider creating it. It permeates everything, our clothes, the mechanisms of our helmets and plasters itself to the sweat we create riding these roads. We have been travelling south, through Patagonia, traversing the nationalContinue reading “White Roads”

Some days just work. You get up in the morning not knowing what is coming and go to bed marking them down as a ‘Great Day’. Today was one of those. Our group spit into two, one to take a shorter route and seven of us on a longer run. Most of that turned outContinue reading “Sometimes there are great days”

My day dawned with sunrise over the Brazilian jungle. At 36,000 feet the ground was as dark as the ocean we had just crossed, no light to mark settlements or the existence of people at all. Between the twin voids of the ground and the night sky was a border of red and gold markingContinue reading “Some days..”