​A group of 8 older gentlemen trampled into our deep backcountry campsite on our second day in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. Nolan and I used our young blood to help them gather firewood and crack limbs to logs. We shared food and conversation over the roasti...

The Irish told us to beware of the midgets in Scotland because they will bite your ankles and wrists. In Europe, midget is a term for mosquitos. We had a very different image in mind, one that included leprechauns.

The Italians kiss cheeks “hello” and “goodbye.” Lydia w...

Early one morning I read an article with seven questions to help you find your life's purpose (link

included). The first question was "what flavor of shit sandwich are you willing to eat?" In essence, the author was asking how willing are you to put yourself out there...

My entire life has convinced me that anything worthwhile cannot be bought. Intangible assets like self-esteem, character and values or sentimental objects like heirlooms, a rock from your favorite place or a handmade bracelet from your sister cannot be bargained in any...

Sweat beaded up, ran down my arms and collected under my hands as they clenched the handlebars. My legs kept spinning as the sun burned my skin, making it feel like tight leather. No matter how much air I sucked in, sweat fell like bullets from my face, dripped down my...

The dish towel, which also happens to be my sweat towel and the tent towel, is tied around the handlebars of my bike and flaps in the wind. I fly it as a way of saying, "I have no shame." It is a small flag that shows I enjoy my travels with a little blood, sweat, tear...

"Where are you headed?"

"Greece, maybe. If we can make it."

"All the way on those, huh?" he said, pointing to our bicycles in the parking lot of a small market, gear strapped to the frames.

"Yeah, all the way on those."

"And you started from?"
"Ireland."
"On those?"
"All t...

A much cherished day on the bicycle is one void of busy traffic on the motorways; hours spent taking in nature's gifts without the smog and roar of combustion engines.

The serenity sank in as we pushed along the gravel path following the meandering le Doubs river in F...

As I stepped over the center bar of my bicycle, I glanced back at Hellen and Stu shooting a quick photo of Lydia and I preparing to disembark. We'd spent 3 days as guests in their home in Brighton, England. It always amazes me how well you can get to know someone in a...

It is a Karmic Voyage. No one ever takes without giving back in one way or another. The same applies to giving and receiving. We've only been on the road for a month and our water bottles must have been filled hundreds of times by shopkeepers, bartenders, folks out in...