Contributor: Tim Swain Days: 337 Countries: 15 Kilometers: 9455 Tip: When things go wrong, don’t panic! I was chilling out at a campsite in Kiev, and my mate Al had left to go home. I was planning on heading to
Contributors: Iris Joschko and Zuri Cycling round a beautiful country full of rolling hills, shimmering lochs, dramatic mountain ranges and breath-taking views all with your best friend – my dog Zuri. The most beautiful way to travel and truly embrace
Contributor: Marcus Macdonald Lying prone on a sack of maize, hitchhiking in the back of a truck in Mozambique, I decided that I needed a new way of travelling. In Malawi, I bought a second-hand bicycle for seventy-five US dollars
Contributor: Mick Elmore I gave Hell a miss. Heading south to Ann Arbor, Michigan, on Dexter-Pinckney Road, I saw a sign that it was only about 30 kilometers out of the way. I stopped and thought about it. I had
Last year, I cycled for over 1,000 km from Sidi Bouzid, in the heart of Tunisia, to my hometown in central Italy, Archi. I did it to support the organization Vélorution Tunisie which promotes cycling and sustainable mobility. They wanted to launch
When I returned from a bikepacking journey in Kyrgyzstan in 2019, I published ‘No Stone Unturned’, a short film documentary that follows my journey through the wilds of the Tian Shan. The editing of the film coincided with the 30th anniversary of
The guard at the campground entrance turned us away; it didn’t open for the season until the following week! It was early April in Kyushu, drizzling and unseasonably cold. After a soggy day of cycling through the stunning Yabakei Gorge,
Some time ago, I was riding the Northern States west to east bike route with an American friend. In southern Wisconsin, we came into a small town, Clintonville, which had no campsite, and the only hotel was full. There was,
I am a musician, so not much employment for us during these pandemic year(s). Rather than wait around for our jobs as musicians to return, I have been riding around the Netherlands. Dedicated bike lanes, good signage, aware motorists, and
Tears in my eyes, I had had enough. On two wheels crossing the upper Midwest, I was nearing the end of my journey. I had already been up the Road to the Sun in Glacier National Park. Nothing could be
Contributor: Tim Swain Days: 337 Countries: 15 Kilometers: 9455 Tip: When things go wrong, don’t panic! I was chilling out at a campsite in Kiev, and my mate Al had left to go home. I was planning on heading to
Contributors: Iris Joschko and Zuri Cycling round a beautiful country full of rolling hills, shimmering lochs, dramatic mountain ranges and breath-taking views all with your best friend – my dog Zuri. The most beautiful way to travel and truly embrace
Contributor: Marcus Macdonald Lying prone on a sack of maize, hitchhiking in the back of a truck in Mozambique, I decided that I needed a new way of travelling. In Malawi, I bought a second-hand bicycle for seventy-five US dollars
Contributor: Mick Elmore I gave Hell a miss. Heading south to Ann Arbor, Michigan, on Dexter-Pinckney Road, I saw a sign that it was only about 30 kilometers out of the way. I stopped and thought about it. I had
Last year, I cycled for over 1,000 km from Sidi Bouzid, in the heart of Tunisia, to my hometown in central Italy, Archi. I did it to support the organization Vélorution Tunisie which promotes cycling and sustainable mobility. They wanted to launch
When I returned from a bikepacking journey in Kyrgyzstan in 2019, I published ‘No Stone Unturned’, a short film documentary that follows my journey through the wilds of the Tian Shan. The editing of the film coincided with the 30th anniversary of
The guard at the campground entrance turned us away; it didn’t open for the season until the following week! It was early April in Kyushu, drizzling and unseasonably cold. After a soggy day of cycling through the stunning Yabakei Gorge,
Some time ago, I was riding the Northern States west to east bike route with an American friend. In southern Wisconsin, we came into a small town, Clintonville, which had no campsite, and the only hotel was full. There was,
I am a musician, so not much employment for us during these pandemic year(s). Rather than wait around for our jobs as musicians to return, I have been riding around the Netherlands. Dedicated bike lanes, good signage, aware motorists, and
Tears in my eyes, I had had enough. On two wheels crossing the upper Midwest, I was nearing the end of my journey. I had already been up the Road to the Sun in Glacier National Park. Nothing could be
