With near perfect timing as soon as I had finished, my travelblog crashed. I have now finally got round to fixing it and reposted it. Sorry for the delay. By way of an added bonus here are some photos covering my travels across Alaska and Canada in August and September. Alain and I rode south from Fairbanks down to a very damp Blue Grass music festival in Talkeetna. Weather and music quite disappointing. Lots and lots and lots of rain listening to ropey Eagles covers. Not quite the Northern Exposure counter-culture experience I had been hoping for. Still we have been [View Full Entry]

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Finished a couple of days ago. Feels good. Got into Deadhorse, Alaska on 26 July just before lunchtime. You can't ride or drive any further north than Deadhorse. Access to the Arctic Ocean is restricted to private commercial tours which cost 38USD to go and look at an unappealing bit of water with oilfield debris floating around in it. After over 18 months on the road I have nowhere left to push. Last few weeks of riding have had amazing weather and long long days of Arctic summer sunshine. Camped every night until Deadhorse before checking into the Prudhoe Bay Hotel. [View Full Entry]

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My Greta Garbo phase is over. No longer cycling solo. Met up again with Alain and Tom, Swiss guys that I met last year in South America, in Vancouver. The last time I saw Alain was in Bolivia when I watched him cycle off into the rain forest with Felix the map cutter, an organic farmer from Dresden. At the time I vowed that I wouldn't let myself get hurt again and rush straight into another cycling relationship on the rebound. However time is a great healer. After a year pedalling on my own it has been good fun riding [View Full Entry]

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It has been a long day. I finally pull off highway onto a small gravel road. After a calorific supper consisting of corn beef bagel sandwiches (Did you know that there can be as many as 300 calories in a single bagel?) I perch my tent on a hill behind some bushes. Have been riding across Northern California on Highway 36, a twisty little fellow whose snakey curves are too much for the logging trucks that have been breathing down my neck on Highway 89 for the previous couple of days. Am camping wild tonight after a pleasant conversation with [View Full Entry]

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Apologies it has been some time since I last dropped a blog. Have been busy cycling across Mexico trying to keep on schedule. Not much hanging around after Tantoyuca. Have pedalled furiously. Hirsute and hunched over my bars with my bright yellow Bob trailer swishing behind me I swept through small villages like a gorilla selling bananas on a bicycle. Stopping only occassionally to refuel and devour large portions of everything in my sight Discovered the delightful concept of stuffed peppers. Had three days off in Zacotecas. A beautiful colonial city built on the back of rich silver deposi [View Full Entry]

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Just a quick blog really to let you know where I am and show you the photos I have taken to date. Think I am suffering from writer´s block as no mysterious Austrian fisherwomen or poetry have manged to penetrate my blog this time. However the good news is that in Xalapa I managed to get hold of a Mexican wrestling mask. Thus evenings in hotel rooms have been spent shadow grappling in front of the mirror whilst getting more and more addicted to Amercian tv cop shows like CSI Miami (once you get hooked on Caruso´s voice there is no [View Full Entry]

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Huehuetenango sounds like an Abba song. It is a town in western Guatemala. I arrive after three days of crawling up and down a rugged mountain range known as the Sierra de Los Cuchumaines. In those three days I have only travelled 160 km but it has been hard work. Although most of the road has just been paved the gradients are the steepest I have ridden so far on my trip. Guatemalan civil engineers are complete sadists, young children who torture animals are specially selected and groomed for years in special engineering institutions. Roads jump violently up valley walls for [View Full Entry]

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A knock on my door. I stir in my bed. As I rise to greet my mysterious caller I speculate on who it could possibly be. Scarlett Johansson perhaps, clutching a 38mm spanner, a couple of onion bhajees and a copy of the latest edition of Private Eye? My imagination continues to outpace all logical probablities as I visualise her handing over these precious treasures whilst whispering in a breathless voice loaded with festive anticipation "Excuse me these are for you Mr Pushonnorth"... A large cockroach scurries past and pauses momentarily to shake its head, it is almost as if its [View Full Entry]

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Pig Apparently some scientists say That as much as 98% of our DNA Is shared with the common swine. So its hard to know what is the pig´s and what is mine. Gutted and mounted on a spit, In the best of circumstances an unfortunate fate Publicly displayed by the highway like an installation in the Tate. Small black eyes stare inevitably into Death´s mid-distance. Parallel lines are scored down his diminishing back Separating yellowing chunks of fatty fudge. I wonder if he bears a grudge? Yesterday he was happy enough Tied to a rope by the road. Then his debenture [View Full Entry]

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Detour in Ecuador After crossing the border from Peru I took a detour in Ecudaor Changed some money, Saw the road sign and thought, "Why not? I will not be here again." Then slipped off the highway. Prior to my diversion I sought the usual, useless assurances And asked a man pushing an ice-cream cart whether the quieter road was also paved. "Todo es aspahalto" he cheerfully confirmed. And unusually it was, but it twisted, writhed and squirmed. I rode through beautiful fertile valleys Punctuated by sleepy restrained villages. Far more timid than their brasher Peruvian cousins [View Full Entry]

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