Late February 2022 [In real time we are in southern Canada, preparing to canoe the Arctic Drainage. The transition from completing Central America to coming back to the north has…
Bikepacking Oaxaca: A land of Diversity
February 2022 “Febrero loco, Marzo otro poco.” – Mexican Saying Diversity abounds throughout Mexico and Central America. Language, culture, weather, climate, food, and vegetation all change from one valley…
Bikepacking Puebla: Farm, Ranch, and Cowboy Country
Latter half of January 2022 “We do not learn from an experience … We learn from reflecting on an experience.” -Adaptation from A John Dewey discourse Once we were out…
Montezuma Cypress, Safety as Women Internationally, & Sustaining Slow Travel
Ahuehuetes, or the Montezma baldcypress, are Mexico’s national tree. The name comes from the Nahuatl (a family of Uto-Aztec languages) meaning “upright water drum” or “old man of the water.”…
Malinalco, Mexico: The Warrior City of Foxtail Grass
Once upon a time, we rode through a land where they build the roads around trees. Malinalco is another of the Pueblos Mágicos of Mexico. I stopped to take this…
Bikepacking: Aguscalientes to Guanajuato, Mexico
We resumed the Her Odyssey Route on January 3, 2022. Picking up bikepacking where we had left off in March 2020. “Jorche y Paco son muy chambeador!” They were my…
Tone Change & Bikepacking Perspective
Before I resume storytelling, suffer me a spiel. I’d like to explain a frame adjustment for our community of followers: Up to this point my objective in blogging has been…
Birthday Month Policy and the Monte Albán Zapotec City
Birthdays are tough in my book. A lot of expectations, pressure, and often disappointing. Furthermore, I’ve found myself in a season when numbers don’t matter all that much. I quit…
Three Kings Day and why we shrug when explaining superstitions
I remember as a kid in Latin America, I was curious and kinda jealous when families around us celebrated 3 Kings Day. Three decades later, bikepacking across Mexico, It piqued…
Jorche de los Bicis
*Written by Fidgit* Our bikes were as beat up as we were rolling in to Aguascalientes. Neon had broken her shifter when she flipped into a highway. My tires were…
