One of the first things you notice about China is the noise. To say they use the horns on their vehicles liberally would be a gross understatement of the truth. I had only been here long enough to get to… Read More
There are times when I am visiting a new city that I like to pick a direction and wander off into the unknown with no plan and see what I can see. What I do during such times is watch… Read More
I feel like I have been 47 years old for more than a year already but that number has been reached just today. It was at least October of 2013, since I first started referring to my upcoming January 2014… Read More
Bittersweet was the day I rode out from Ingonish and it was both bitter and sweet for precisely the same reason. The journey was nearing an end. It would be great to complete it but at the same time there… Read More
The day after French Mountain was a pitiful day of weather. There was a stiff north westerly that brought a cold hard rain. A perfectly miserable day to get back on the bike. So I didn’t. On the advice of… Read More
I ate breakfast at Evangeline’s in Cheticamp. It was already beyond mid morning when I sat down in the popular, slow serving diner. I was slow getting ready in the morning. I was already sick of setting up and breaking… Read More
The 2nd day after the restart was another day of good riding. I started out along route 223 from just outside of Iona and then onto the Trans Canada Highway toward Baddeck. Despite the grey, featureless skies, the ride on… Read More
Yesterday the journey restarted from Sydney riding southwest on route 223 into a headwind with gusts that reached 50k per hour. Despite the wind, I was able to make good time ending the day just a little past Iona. The… Read More
