There is one specific reason I have called my blog 'The road of little miracles' and while a few people already know that reason, it will eventually be revealed at a future point in my journey. It is a part of the journey. In reality though there are

Coffee and meat eating Horses Skinny cows laze in the shade on ravaged hillsides drinking black dirty water and picking at leaves trying to escape death and survive another day. While skinny cows laze in the shade of tourist cafés drinking black coffee and picking at leaves in a salad

Crossing the border was pretty straightforward. Relaxed, no fuss, no stress very Caribbean. The border crossing to Belize is a few kilometres out of Chetumal and so I said goodbye to my hosts and to Mexico and pedalled the short distance out of the country. As a UK passport holder,

A few photos of our all too brief trip to the largest city in North America. We spent the morning walking around the impressive Aztec pyramids at Teotihuacan. We were lucky to have arrived in the early morning when there were very few tourists and hawkers. So managed to get

"You can’t be serious?!" Charlotte looked a little distressed as we approached a junction where 4 or 5 roads seemed to converge into two. We were trying to leave Guadalajara after her arrival and a further rest day to try to acclimatise to the time, altitude and

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Light travels in straight lines, they say. Between me and the surface of the Sun are no doubt a hundred million different things. Vast tracts of dusty empty outer space. Planets. The moon. Satellites circling the earth, transmitting a million Christmas messages in seconds to the other side of

The desert is not quite how I imagined it. Images of intensely dry heat, sand dunes and camels and scenes from Lawrence of Arabia spring to mind. It’s a lot more diverse. There are many more landscapes than I anticipated seeing. Travelling down from the north at Tijuana, the

I woke early, slightly nervous about crossing the border. For two reasons, the time limit issues I had when arriving in the USA. If they were repeated, would seriously disrupt my plans, and getting my bike through the turnstile gates into Mexico. Many blogs and conversations with other cyclists made

Crossing the northern Sonoran desert represents an intimidating and almost terrifying challenge for me personally. It's not the animals, the isolation, the heat, even riding on the interstate. But for me, the 'possible' lack of water. For those that don’t know, I had Ulcerative Colitis

I have spent the past week with Jim and Julie at their home in Tucson Arizona while I sorted out the fiasco of my missing bike and waited for a package from home. Here are a few photos from my days of exploring this desert city. Spiky Cacti Mountain scenes

Greyhound lost my bike! It's gone, just gone. Despite being in a huge box, with a tracking number and putting it onto the bus myself, it was taken off somewhere along the line and now someone in a warehouse somewhere is staring at it wondering why it is

Water towers sprout like giant mushrooms above the treeline. White painted, domed, alien and many in number are visible as I look down over the Colorado river valley. I am approaching Austin Texas. It's been another long day, My computer says 104 miles. But my GPS says 126

As before, I am not meticulous about keeping all the facts and figures of my ride. I ride for the views, people, food and freedom And with the messing around of getting on and off trains, generous lifts and assistance from people, I am not sure I could say my

Photos of my time in and around New Orleans. Many thanks to my host Krystal for showing me round the city and for my friend Wendy for organising it initially. Banana plants with small fruit. I am definitely in the south now! Cafe Du Monde sell a unique type of

On the morning I was due to leave Foley, I called in at Justin's bike shop East shore cycles to adjust my now damaged headset. We spoke about the route ahead. My plan to take the ferry to Dauphin Island and cross over to the Mobile side of

"Let me know if you are coming to Atlanta Georgia..." A message popped up on my phone from Chris. An old work colleague and friend I hadn't seen in years. I was sitting in the waiting area at New York Penn station trying to relax after

Here are a few photos of my trip around New York city. For those that have never visited, I would heartily recommend a visit. Keep an open mind and purge yourself of the stereotypes that Hollywood and the media portray of New York city. It's a fascinating place

"I am not going to reset your visa and if you want to extend it, you need to make a formal application in writing" Well, that was it. 10 years of dreaming and over 2 years of planning completely destroyed in one sentence by a very stressed, overweight

The Soo was kind. The sun shone. I rested, I grilled and ate steak and donuts and muffins and nachos and more pizza. I washed my clothes, chatted with bike people, gave my bike a quick service in Velorution. Then ate some more. I rested, relaxed and packed up the