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The Pine Barrens

When I said goodbye to La Ferme des Jarouilles, I got on my bike with only the vague destination of The Pyrenees in mind. I knew that this mountain range, which separates Spain from France, is known for its farmstead … Continue reading

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The Road to Tomato Heaven

When, once again, it was time to hit the road, I grabbed some cheese out of the aging room and waited for a sunny day. I didn’t have to wait long. My next destination was another farm with both cows … Continue reading

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Normandy

Hello friends and readers. I must apologize for my laxness at keeping you updated. France is full of distractions. But anyway, in the beginning, I took the ferry over from Poole to Cherbourg, changed my SIM card, and remembered how … Continue reading

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It’s this really small place that we can’t really pronounce…

But can you please give us directions? Thus my journey through Wales continued. Somehow, we tore ourselves away from the wood-burning stove (yes, it was July, but this is Wales we’re talking about) and cycled on to our next destination, … Continue reading

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Fachongle Eiring

After my two-week dose of goat therapy, I rode back to the south-east corner of Ireland (what’s three more days of riding through rain at this point?) There I caught a ferry back to Wales – this time to a … Continue reading

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Ireland, cont: Hospitality, More Rain, The World’s Largest Blanket

I had a lot of extra time in Ireland. So when I got there, I got ambitious: I thought maybe I would zig-zag around the country a bit, cut inland, go from the east coast to the west coast, intentionally … Continue reading

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Stabbing Myself in the Knee on a Rainy Day

After a meditative and rainy night of wild camping in a thickly planted pine logging forest, while standing in a muddy ditch trying to bungee my tent to my bicycle, I slipped and fell into the bike. I got up, … Continue reading

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Meditation on a Worn-Out Brake Pad

Two and a half years ago, before I had any real bicycle touring ambitions, I decided that I wanted to learn how to fix my own bicycle. At the time, I had an ancient, very cute and fairly functional baby … Continue reading

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Greetings from the Ancestral Homeland

I arrived in Dublin by boat from Holyhead. Though it was a fun city, after weeks of English and Welsh countryside, it was a bit overwhelming. I was tired, and ready to get back out there. Luckily, it took me … Continue reading

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Where’s the Road to Penrhyndeudraeth?

(And other unpronounceable questions) When I left Coed Hills, my next real destination was a goat farm on an island off the coast of southern Ireland. My plan was to ride up through Wales to Holyhead, get a ferry to … Continue reading

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