Category: Chris

Pantoja to Iquitos

10/7/19 – 10/8/19 We were up at three forty five on October seventh.  I sat on the porch of our hotel watching the moon reflect off the river.  I could see a flashlight moving deep in the jungle, miles away. The boat took off just as it began to get light out. I appreciated that Read More

Coca to Pantoja

10/3/19 – 10/6/19 Up at five fifteen.  At the boat by six.  It didn’t leave until seven thirty, but they wanted our bikes early.  The boats are referred to as canoes.  Fifty feet long.  No wider than a car.  I lifted my bike to the deckhand and watched him toss it, derailleur side down, on Read More

Quito to Coca

9/28/19 – 10/2/19 No visit from family and friends is complete without a laundry list of gear and parts.  Soph’s family left behind a suitcase full of dry bags, gear cages, a maintenance kit for our stove, a cutting board, a rear derailleur, water filters, rechargeable batteries, chain rings, chain ring bolts, waterproof socks, mounting Read More


9/17/19 – 9/24/19 Views of Cotopaxi from the plane. Ecuador topography like crumpled paper. Staring at ridge line roads, dreaming of what we might ride.  Quick stopover in Guayaquil.  Descending to the islands.  Half-moon remnants of cinder cones covered in seagull shit ceaselessly deconstructed by whitecaps.  Million year old Isabela in the center of it Read More


9/14/19 – 9/16/19 I had to find a place to repair the drone.  I took the bus and found a shop that seemed confident that it could be fixed.  “Sensores” he told me.  I gave it to him and he said a few things that I interpreted to mean it would be ready on Tuesday.  Read More

Sibundoy to Quito

9/4/19 – 9/13/19 I woke up to terrible back pain that took thirty minutes of stretching to rectify.  I said goodby to Álvarez and Dani.  Their dog followed me to the edge of town and I turned back for fear that he would never return to them.  Luck had been on my side on the Read More

Trampolina del Muerte

8/31/19 – 9/3/19 Early the morning of August thirty first Soph got on a bus to Popayan.  I retraced our path to the east and then took highway forty five south.  Riding in the early morning is a rare treat.  The road has a different look and feel.  The air tastes sweeter.  I fly through Read More

Desierto Tatacoa to San Augustin

8/24/19 – 8/30/19 Feeling better. Downhill dirt road out of town.  Perfection. Loud bugs and strong smells.  Lunch in Alpujarra.  Half a dozen women with the usual half dozen questions.  Pictures with arms around us and thumbs up.  We gave one a card and she left rubbing it between her thumbs, ear to ear smile.  Read More

Wet sand, loose stool

Salento to Dolores 8/17/19 – 8/24/19 Salento was packed with tourists.  We arrived late afternoon and spent two hours calling and knocking on hotel doors only to find them booked.  We eventually found one that appeared to be under construction.  It smelled of musty cigars and the boiler, we later found out, was prone to Read More

Jericó to Salento

8/11/19 – 8/17/19 From the Rio Cauca, the road climbs one thousand six hundred meters towards Jericó in just over twenty kilometers.  It’s hot when you begin the ascent to Jericó.  It’s cold when you reach Jericó.  We’d only planned on one night there.  It was just an intermediate point to get to a town Read More

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