At the tail-end of Hurricane Dorian, a fierce wind battered our ferry as we pitched and rolled through the chop, blown into a white-capped frenzy. As water smacked against us, there was little choice but to ride the waves of nausea after embarkation in Denmark. Two days of being tossed up and down in the […]
27 Jul-13 Sept 2019 – Nordkapp, European brown bears and hold your tongue, Jason!
There is nothing more criminal than waste, and there’s nothing worse than wasting time. With that at the forefront, Norway was soon wrapped up in a calming night at Kannesteinen Rock. Followed by a warm reunion on the Atlantic Ocean Road with dear biking friends, Mel and Greg. After which, we reached our trip’s first […]
19-26 Jul 2019 – Norway is guaranteed to lift the roof off your brains: the Bolt, Pulpit Rock and the Troll’s Tongue!
Hike # 1: Kjeragbolten – The Bolt You can’t go to Norway and not yomp the hills, much less pass up on Kjeragbolten. It’d be like going to Mount Rushmore and saying, “Oh, we didn’t bother with the big carved mountainside thing. We just had a look in the gift shop.” Kjeragbolten (also known as […]
25 Jun-18 Jul 2019 – Norway: It’s easy to be a human doing, not just a human being
The Mega Transect proper Backing out of my mum’s driveway in Dorking was nowhere near the heart-thumping-in-my-throat, tear-jerker as it was on our motorcycles, destined for the Americas in 2014. Sliding back into the reclinable passenger seat – coffee cup holder on my left, Jase on my right – a heartfelt goodbye was exchanged before […]
21 May-14 Jun 2019 – The Mega Transect’s shakedown: Drenched in Hebridean happiness
A practice run for Cape to Cape Etive Road, Glencoe Time started to slow as we sunk into the Scottish Highlands. Easing our way back into a life on the road, Etive Road near Glencoe pinpointed a trusty camping spot in the area. Studying me for a while, as if I was an artwork with […]
2-12 Oct 2015 – The start of the American dream
Wheeling up to the US border at Tecate was more of a ‘Triple Whopper with fries but better make that a diet coke’ drive-thru experience than the usual cacophony of queues—left, right and centre—about the Latin American customs and immigration offices. The familiarity of my old, comforting Latin American life was about to leave me […]