One of my worst days cycle touring. Over 150km of unpaved, rocky, boring road continuously beside a motorway. Caution: depressing read.
All the rules of helmet wearing in Spain, and if any can be broken.
Digging through trash. It’s as easy as pie.
We are bombarded by images every day of our lives. What does it mean for travellers?
A final goodbye to my second home.
I recently visited a travelling school in Aveiro to see what I could learn.
I read somewhere once that in life, bad luck comes like raisins in a box of cereal: in groups, streaks and clusters.
As I stand up, a duet begins from the front and rear wheels as the bike leans from one side to another…