THE UNIVERSITY CENTRE IN SVALBARD >> Research in the Norwegian High Arctic
ICELAND >> A landscape for giants
THE GROUND IS FROZEN BENEATH OUR FEET >> Permafrost research in the Yukon
AUYUITTUQ, A LANDSCAPE OF ICE >> Glacier research in Nunavut (Unfinished)
TRANS CANEAUDA >> Canoeing across Canada with friends
AUYUITTUQ, THE LAND THAT NEVER MELTS >> Glacier research in Nunavut
LARGER THAN LIFE >> Permafrost research during the winter in the Yukon
TUSEN TAKK, THE NORWEGIAN WAY >> Six months in Norway
KLUANE LAKE AND THE ST. ELIAS >> Introduction to the North
SAN FRANCISCO TO WHITEHORSE, Part II >> A cycling trip alone
SAN FRANCISCO TO WHITEHORSE, Part I >> A cycling trip with friends
INDIA >> Wonder from the ends of the Earth
YOUTH AND ADVENTURE >> Six months of adventure across Europe and Morocco
Looking back now, it feels as though the three of us were so naive, so young, and so willing to leap into the unknown. We had done enough research on the gear, the routes, the geography, the visas and other typical planning items for any journey. None of us had ever done anything like this and I don’t think that we anticipated (or even thought of) the short and the long-term effects that an epic six month cycling trip from Lisbon to Paris (via Marrakesh, Corsica, Athens, Budapest, Amsterdam etc.) would ultimately have on our lives.
We started the journey as thin, pale, insecure, unsure and oblivious youngsters. Though we were excited, we were legitimately and honestly excited. This was an adventure, this was adrenaline. This was a risk that we had come to be so comfortable with that it no longer felt like a risk at all. It even made sense! It helped in the realization that risk is in the eyes of the beholder and that you may chose your own level of risk, be inspired by others to change your level over time, and to be confident about your abilities in the face of risks.
Every country has it’s story, and every hill we climbed and pot hole we swerved around is now a memory. Upon deep reflection we can still conjure up most of them when the three of us get around a campfire. We’ll recall the winds we faced on the Col de Vergio in Corsica, or the feeling of a rancid stomach flu in a turkish-style toilet at altitude before ascending the Djebel Toubkal using broken crampons held together with shoelaces, or being attacked with eggs (also known as being egged!) while cycling at night near Brussels.. To write them down seems to be either impossible or completely unnecessary. So here we go.
Chapter 1: The plan, the reality (and how we managed an addiction to Google Earth)
Chapter 2: We’ll just stay a few days, then Morocco lured us in
Chapter 3: Istanbul, no matter what
Chapter 4: Broken spoke
Chapter 5: Greece, choices and climbing
Chapter 6: A well oiled bicycle cruisin’ home
Chapter 7: Paris, nostalgia and the return home