Outback bikepacking tales: Lizards and naked Europeans

Constrained by the times we live in, my 2020 has seen no significant travel so far. This has been something unique in my life, as for the past two decades I spent an awful lot of time on the road. FOMO and YOLO While the planet can happily do without my CO2 emissions, I have been struggling at the idea of being confined in Australia, but I must admit COVID-19 has taken most of my “Fear of...

Stray dogs of Albania

The summer of 2018 was a real hot one in the Balkan Peninsula, as I was competing in the Transcontinental Race. After crossing the border with Montenegro, I was hoping to cross Albania, from North to South, in just over a day on the saddle.  It was my first time in Albania. Stray dogs of Albania - a torrid day of August 2018 in the Balkans. I’ve lived the cyclist wet dream Just over the...

HOTELS – love ‘em or hate them.

Typed on Gionny’s continuingly abhorrent Olivetti Lettera 22 Fawlty Towers would have been such fun to stay in. BUT only if Basil was there.By definition a hotel is an establishment providing accommodation, meals, and other services for travellers and tourists. They come in all shapes and sizes and cater for the rich and poor alike.  Love them or hate them they range from rich indulgence...

Excess Luggage

The art of travelling the world with seven kilos of gear. The days when I used to drag along my Panasonic Toughbook and my collection of CDs are long gone, but even after that, I was often guilty of overdoing my luggage, carrying way more stuff than necessary. Excess Luggage - Once I've discovered light weight laptop were not only a fashion item, I've never looked back to my Panasonic Toughbook....

Signs of the times.

Typed on Gionny’s maddeningly annoying Olivetti To rant or not to rant? It is impossible to travel anywhere without being confronted by street art, graffiti and advertising. They are often real works of art but sometimes they can be downright ugly and an assault on the senses. Then of course there are the countless signs or instructions extolling us to do this or do that. OR, conversely,...

The naked truth about sobriety

My most inglorious day in the Transcontinental race. Why "The naked truth about sobriety"? Well, read it till the end and you'll know! For those who don’t know me, I’ve always been into road cycling; you can actually read all about my obsession for bikes at onefortheroad.bike. My addiction took me as far as entering the sixth edition of the Transcontinental race, an ultra endurance,...

Encore des faux pas

Typed on Gionny’s repulsive Olivetti Lettera 22 More foot in mouth adventures While writing our previous blog about embarrassments I realised there was not enough space for all my foot in mouth experiences. Here’s a few more. Now I’m beginning to think there maybe enough for a book – a very large book! Encore des faux pasNot an airport in Korea but a ferry in Guatemala – but then, what...

Embarrassments

Typed on Gionny’s bloody nauseating Olivetti Lettera 22 This quote was a response from a good friend of mine, to another, who only recently discovered I was writing a travel blog. One reason to retire is to avoid embarrassment – it hasn’t actually worked! Haven’t we all experienced embarrassing moments while travelling? Those toe curling moments when you realise the implications are so...

The gas station diet – nutritious meals for unconventional travellers

Carbeque – meals on wheels. In case you’ll like the "Gas station diet", I’ll make it a regular column on Travelling Scrittori, as I reckon what I’m about to share it’s a true must-read and try for adventurous travellers, who don’t think stale sandwiches from burger chains are the answer to their appetite. The gas station diet - A Roadhouse in the middle of no-where. August 2010,...

Travelling with Chickens

Typed on Gionny’s irksome Olivetti Lettera 22 I haven’t. I mean, I haven’t been drunk on a bus. Hung-over yes. “Mad Dogs and English Men Go Out in the Mid Day Sun,” Travelling with Chickens - An intriguing view of a shop in San Pedro Sula, Honduras, selling only loofahs. In a previous blog I referred to a shooting incident in a place called San Pedro Sula. I’d travelled from the...