I’ve been cycling from the top of Alaska to the bottom of Argentina for the past year and just crossed the border into Costa Rica.
The trip has been equal parts immensely beautiful and immeasurably challenging. There’ve been too many nights when I thought I wouldn’t make it: sleeping upright in a construction truck for fear of rabid wolves, struggling to pitch my tent in the frostbitten wind tunnels of forsaken glaciers, hauling the bike over avalanches and landslides and mud mountains and riverbeds, border crossings by speedboat where nothing made sense, reuniting with old friends when I’d forgotten where home was, and the warm embrace of adoption by complete strangers who’ve welcomed me inside as one of their own.
Drowning in a brutal rainy season across Central America, but more than halfway there now. Let’s go for a bike ride!
by donivanberube
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What an amazing achievement. You are living other peoples dreams and no one thinks itseasy
Do you ever end up having to bike on highways or is there trails that cover your whole trip? I’ve always wondered about long, long trips like that.
Do you have any maps you’ve kept of your route to date? I hope you are planning a book or something because this is really amazing.