I can still see him emerging from the sandstorm. Between the clouds of dust being whipped up in the Turkmenistan desert came a Chinese man on a bicycle so frail and with so little luggage, it seemed obvious that he couldn’t have come far. I should have known better. After all, few people get to […] Read More »
135km North Battleford to Warman Under a darkening sky in the farming town of Radisson, we were just packing a bottle of wine into our bags and getting ready to make a run for the campground when a wiry man in his 70s rolled up and blocked our way with his own bicycle. “Where are […] Read More »
394km Vegreville to North Battleford They say the winds blow from west to east in Canada. Cyclist after cyclist told us this. “It’s just the way things are,” they said. With this knowledge in hand, our trip towards Saskatoon had begun with the expectation of nothing less than tailwinds. Fools. What fools. Both them and […] Read More »
Canadians of a certain vintage know those words well: the theme tune to the Littlest Hobo television show, where a German Shepherd goes from town to town, helping people out of crises. We grew up on this homegrown version of Lassie and today we couldn’t get the song out of our head as we put […] Read More »
So many people react to our trip with a sense of envy. “I want to do it too,” they say. Wwanting to get out there is half the battle but once you’ve decided to take the plunge, where do you start and what do you need to be aware of to successfully launch your new […] Read More »
