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It was spring 1994 - or was it 1995? I’m not completely sure - when a ‘motorcycle club’-member proposed a trip to the Vercors. Leer más
It’s hard to imagine being able to ride across a first world country covered in perfect pavement everywhere, and not use any of it. Leer más
The square-edged slab of tarmac that extended into our future demarcated the border between the DRC and Angola. Right on the line, the washed-out, haggard tracks of the DRC ended and Angola began. Leer más
Riding the Grand Canyon, and Not Bumping Into 6.4 Million Other Tourists…It Is Possible? YES! Leer más
Is it the love of peaty whisky, tartan kilts and a wee bit of ceilidh - Gaelic for ‘party’ - which lures us towards the upper part of Great Britain? Leer más
January 2019. While working on a project in Valencia with people from all over Europe we met Ilayda. She was different from most of the people we had ever met. Leer más
