Sarah: Home sweet home
“Is it camp-o’clock yet?” “I reckon.” Well my backside reckons, anyway. I’ve been counting down for the past 2 hours. …
“Is it camp-o’clock yet?” “I reckon.” Well my backside reckons, anyway. I’ve been counting down for the past 2 hours. …
Time and distance are rolling on. In a strange melting of distinctions, the days have become loosened and flow together …
I want to be on a journey with no destination and no time limit. It started out that way, more …
A vehicle slows alongside me, maybe a car, maybe a motorbike. Oh no, please PLEASE don’t stop and talk to …
We’re back on the move again – by bicycle still, and although I still expect it to be the same …
Fresh from the bike shop, where we have had to buy a new hub for me and a new bottom …
We’re not really doing all that well at working out what happens next – give up, try to source a …
Abundant flourishes of colour in wool skeins and paintings hang from all possible places in Antonio’s house-shop. An open-door has …
(Journal extract) A lost wallet (Tom this time) prompts a return mission to town and I am alone, truly blessedly …
The many strands of life weave themselves differently depending on the attention that is paid to them. And circumstances that …
Getting back on ‘track’ involves a bus trip with our bikes as far back up into the mountains as possible …
From time to time we intersect with the road more travelled. It always comes as something of a culture shock. …
Just the two of us Northern Mexico. Tom’s Spanish is much better than mine, by which I mean he actually …
At earlier points in this trip, Sarah was heard to make discontented noises while poking around in the dry-bag containing …
We escape from New Year in San Pedro to get some sleep and head into the country we’ve been telling …