Here you will not find valiant tales of all inclusive resorts visited. Neither will you find epic adventures spanning an entire globe in 80 days. I study a country to death; draw up potential itineraries; arrive in said country; throw away all the itineraries and just go with the flow.
Burning Off Some Fat
Ok kids. Stay posted I'm on the move again. This time with my sweetie, Patti. We drove down to Astoria, Oregon and are cycling down to North Bend Oregon. There we will rent a one way car from Hertz and pick up our own vehicle in Astoria to head home.
Stay tuned. Stories and pictures will magically appear on this site.
Day 44 to Day 49 Wednesday, April 21st to Monday, April 26th, 2010
Panama City to Yaviza to Meteti Meteti to Panama City Causeway Panama City Causeway to Guadalupe, Panama Highlands Guadalupe to Playa Hermosa, Costa Rica Playa Hermosa to San Jorge, Nicaragua San Jorge to Isla Ometepe, Nicaragua
Lago Bayano on the way to Yaviza
The rains seem to have come early and I'm planning on riding early in the morning to get to whatever destination ahead of the daily afternoon deluges. The ride down to Yaviza is along a very good paved road along farms and deforested former jungle. It did not feel very wild like I was expecting. There was about a total of 200 metres of dirt/gravel in construction zones and everything else was paved. After one immigration check and 2 military checkpoints I was in Meteti, the last town before heading to Yaviza at the end of the road. The checkpoints were all routine, with the usual "where are you going?", "where are you from?", "how long will y…
Country #6 - HungaryBumpy Trails Take Me Home September 26 to October 6, 2015
Cycling distance in Hungary: 488km's
Total cycling distance: 1628km's
After sadly leaving the amazing Oksana, Jan and Andrei in Bratislava, we quickly reached the Hungarian border with tailwinds pushing us along the way. I swear the wind turns into the exact opposite direction each time we change travel direction ourselves. But today the wind gods were smiling on us and rewarding us with some very welcome winds at our backs.
Of course because of this wretched Schengen Area Agreement we once more did not get a stamp in our passport. In fact there isn't really a border crossing in the "traditional" sense. Only an open gate and a sign with the Hungarian colours. All that changes is the Language.
Immediately after crossing the border things change a little. It's more rural and you can tell that this is no longer part of the wealthier Europe such as Germany or Austria. It's definitel…