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Tag: Cycling

Cartegena to the Andes: More mangoes, better mangoes

7/20/19 – 7/29/119 I’d been building Colombia up in my mind for weeks.  The chaos of densely populated Central American towns had left me yearning for a bit of desolation.  In my head, I had painted it to be a place where we could slip away from civilization again.  I had no basis for this Read More

Sailing the Seas of Cheese: San Blas Islands

7/15/19 – 7/20/19 Sailing from Panamá to Colombia via the San Blas Islands is a bit like living in a Bud Light commercial. Everyone is young and successful with visible abdominal muscles and revealing clothing. You drink cheap beer on a million dollars’ worth of molded fiberglass and epoxy while great friends that you barely Read More

Puerto Lindo – The Vortex

7/11/19 – 7/14/19 It was Monday, July 15th.  I’d lost track of how many days we’d been in Puerto Lindo.  In reality, it was probably four or so.  It felt like a winter.  A sunny, breezy, cervesa soaked last dollar in your pocket kind of winter.  I was sitting in my little chair in front Read More

Morgan Freeman’s Voice

7/8/19 – 7/10/19 There is an actual Spanish word for “Zipper”, but “zipa” appears to be more common.  I point to the crotch of my pants and ask where I can get it fixed.  I realize the dangers of such a question with my poor grasp of the language, but we seem to have an Read More

Li’l Debbies and Arizona Iced Tea

6/28/19 – 7/7/19 There is a philosophy with older cars that it is best not to change the oil.  You should top it off and change the filter periodically, but some of the particulate matter in older oil actually works its way into and marinates and plugs worn seals.  A fresh oil change in an Read More

Arbitrage

6/24/19 – 6/27/19 “How you doing?” “I hate every minute of this.” I rolled my eyes a bit. “Well what the fuck do you want me to say?” I had been in communication with a Costa Rican cyclist about an obscure road from the 239 in Santiago, through Candeleria, and reconnecting with 239 near Parrita. Read More

Switzerland

6/16/19 – 6/23/19 “How many vehicles would you guess are in the average rental fleet?” “Dunno, maybe two hundred.  Why?” “Well just look at all the sand in this car.” “So what?” “So there is at least a cup of sand in this car.  All these vacationers dragging sand in from the beach.  One cup Read More

Artisan soap does not remove chain grease

6/12/19 –  6/15/19 After a morning of jokes and coffee and gallo pinto and rain and wandering the little foot paths of El Castille turning over giant jungle leaves to find giant jungle grasshoppers and having awkward misunderstandings due to different cultures and languages and the physical stipulations they put on one’s tongue; we boarded Read More

Rio San Juan de Nicaragua

6/10/19 – 6/11/19 Nobody tenderfoots around in the country mornings.  I awoke at 4:30 to stereos, motos, machetes chopping wood to stoke ovens for the day, men yelling to one another across the street, roosters, pigs, all the birds in the trees, and metal shop doors rolling up and slamming against the backstop. All of Read More

Nica, part two

5/30 /19– 6/9/19 By the time we arrived in Granada, on the thirtieth of May, my rear hub was trashed.  In the preceding three or four days I’d been hearing intermittent clicking; like a plastic fork being snapped in half.  Eventually it became a persistent and oppressive grinding and I knew it was the bearings.  Read More

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