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CONTENTS
COLUMN
PHOTOGRAPHY
INTERVIEW
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ANECOFRIENDLYBIKETRIP By Edward Genochio45
BICYCLINGTHEAMERICAS By Cass Gilbert28
SLOWBOATTOBORNEO By Amaya Williams
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A NEWPAINTJOB By Yvonne & Valentijn van der Valk11
TESTANJUNGILAKAIRPILLOW By Henrik Risager20
TRIPGEAR By Grace Johnson18
22 PHOTOSTORY- FRENCHALPS By Kees Swart
14 IANHIBBELL By Ben Searle
46 PARTINGSHOT-AMERICA By Paul Jeurissen
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40 IMAGEFROMTHEROAD- BOLIVIA By Neil Pike
TESTMSR POCKETROCKETSTOVE By Helen Lloyd21
CYCLINGTHEDEMPSTER By Mike Boles
TENBICYCLETOURINGCOMMANDENTS By Charlie Baxter
42 IMAGEFROMTHEROAD- TANZANIA By Dave Conroy
44 IMAGEFROMTHEROAD- INDIA By Paul Jeurissen
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Edward Genochio
Helen Lloyd
Henrik Risager & Vicky Greaves
Kees Swart & Corrie Marijnen
Mike Boles
Neil & Harriet Pike
Nicholas & Andrew Henderson
Paul JeurissenSteve Wall
Yvonne en Valentijn van der Valk
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he wilderness swallowed me for
two weeks. Finally, in Dawson
City, it spit out a sweaty, starving,
smiling fool. What a ride! The Demp-
ster Highway in Northern Canada was
a gravel and mud slug fest, but with so
many incredible moments along the way,
I look back and feel only wonder.
Leaving InuvikIt was a barren little town at the top of
nowhere, and once it was behind me,Inuvik never looked so good. Ahead the
road curled over the horizon like the end
of a question. I mumbled a prayer over
a thumping heart and started pedalling.
My rst day on the road.
All around me was a different world.
Flat bog and stunted spruce trees
stretched on endlessly. There was no
sound but my breathing and the constant
whine of mosquitoes. They delighted in
my water breaks, swarming my face and
sucking me dry. I told myself Id get used
to it.
It didnt matter. Id been waiting two
years to ride the Dempster, maybe a life-time for the feeling. Besides a few trucks
and a lonely caribou, the road was mine.
I was free.
Cycling
Dempsterthe By: MIKE BOLES
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gale. I bucked and skidded across the
gravel trying to ght the gusts, but it was
useless. I gave up, exhausted.
That night I camped behind a Depart-
ment of Highways truck parked off the
road. It was the only thing in sight that could
block the wind. The nd was lucky. Thanks
to that idle machine I slept like a baby.
Loud awakeningThe thunder of the trucks engine didnt
just wake me in the morning. It made my
heart leap out of my mouth and me crash
out of my tent. In my underwear I fran-
tically waved to the driver, terried thetruck would run over my bike. He gave
me the thumbs up once, twice, but still
couldnt seem to switch off the motor.
The poor guy was laughing too hard.
MotivationAfter the next days ride I was gassed. I
cleared 76 km, all uphill, then collapsedinto my sleeping bag. The climbs were
cruel and it dawned on me for the rst
time that I might not be strong enough
to nish the highway. No thought could
have been uglier after so much anticipa-
tion. All the same, it snaked its way into
my mind and wouldnt leave.
Near the Arctic Circle an RV pulledalongside me. A price tag dangled from
the drivers hat as he leaned out the win-
dow. Where was I going? Dawson. Where
had I come from? Inuvik. The man snort-
ed. Thats 700 km. Youre an idiot! I
smiled politely and hoped he got a at tire.
I should have thanked him. I needed
a kick in the ass. Maybe I just needed
to prove someone wrong. I biked hard
for the rest of the day and by nightfall
rolled into Eagle Plains the Dempsters
halfway point.
The town had a hotel, a restaurant
and 14 people. All were lovely. I or-
dered a gigantic bacon cheeseburger,
onion rings, fries and bumbleberry pie
with vanilla ice cream. On a rotary phone
I called my folks to say I wasnt dead,
then I dragged myself to my tent where I
blacked out until morning.
Bear countryI was about 20 km south of Eagle Plains
when the sky opened up and turned
the road to gravy. Pushing my gear up-
hill was nearly impossible, so I found a
place in the bush and set up camp. It
was the only spot I could nd that wasnt
surrounded by paw prints and scat. Bear
country.
The mosquitoes were relentless that
night, droning in my nose, my eyes, my
ears. With practice Id learned to snag
them out of the air with two ngers, but ifI was acting like a ninja, I certainly didnt
feel like one.
Instead I spent most of the night with my
sleeping bag pulled over me, imagining
all the ways a grizzly might eat my head.
Playing chicken
Morning brought no bears, only a growl-ing hunger of my own. I avoided the bugs
by walking in circles as I devoured my
breakfast. I hit the road feeling strong,
attacking the countless ups and downs
of the so-called plains.
The day was uneventful until I spot-
ted what looked like a caribou and two
calves. The animals trotted down the
road towards me. Fumbling for my cam-
era, I slowly pedalled forward to close
the gap. I stopped to snap a photo they
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I spent most of the night imagining all
the ways a grizzly might eat my head.
didnt. Alarm bells. I looked up and real-
ized I was playing chicken with a moose.
Momma was suitably unimpressed af-
ter catching my scent. She snorted and
hammered the ground with her front hoof.
Thick bush anked the narrow road on all
sides. There was nowhere to go but back.
I slowly made my retreat, but my gear
clicked and the cow freaked. Her head
wagged to and fro, she charged a few
steps then veered into an impossibly
small opening in the trees. Obediently
the calves followed. My head reeled. I
hadnt breathed the whole time.
I hit Ogilvie Ridge by midday and en-
joyed the rare reprieve of a descent from
Seven Mile Hill. Coiling around its basewas a jaw-dropping array of sparkling
creeks. Fish jumped from the water as
I enjoyed my lunch, sunshine pouring
down my shoulders. It was heaven, and
Id brought myself.
The road to Engineer Creek was per-
fectly at, just like home. I caught myself
smirking. Around every bend I expectedthe terrain to change the punch line to an
awful tease. But this was my day. There
wasnt a hill for fty km and I smashed
the distance in well under two hours.
My condence soared. That night my
ngers ran across my map, over places
that once sounded like a dream. I knew
my bike could take my anywhere.
Generous travellersThe next day I awoke in a mud puddle.
Engineer Creek lay swollen from days of
rain and the roads were miserable slime.
I was stuck, but it gave me a chance
to rest my legs and fatten up a bit. The
steady stream of visitors made that easy.
One fellow, a white-whisker gentle-
man, invited me into his camper where
the wife patiently assembled salami and
cheese sandwiches. We noshed and my
hosts chatted about things I hope I never
see: shotguns, cougars and the bastards
who installed their RVs plumbing. They
were adorable.
Later a mother and son pulled up to
share a picnic lunch. I slipped away as
they started to unpack, but they insisted
I sit down to share the feast.I felt like a caveman unshaven, wild-
eyed and damned if I could ever remem-
ber food looking so wonderful. Smoked
salmon, avocados, grapes, chocolate,
white wine. They chuckled at my mile-
wide grin and we settled into a conversa-
tion about our lives, theirs in Vancouver
and mine on the Prairies.Soon the soft purple of the midnight
sun appeared, and with it a rumpled oil
rigger from Alberta. We shared a smoke
and I spent the rest of the night looking
out at the rain, in love with everything
and nothing in particular.
Biking on cloudsBy morning the rain had eased enough to
allow my nal push to Tombstone Park. It
took two summits and 123 km, but I made
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Mike writes; Every single day on the road is
a gift, a precious ash of something sublime,
and if I had any goal at all, it was only to
experience that beauty rsthand.
http://mikeonbike.wordpress.com
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it by evening. The views from the peaks
stirred something inside me. I felt amazed,
lucky, humbled to be in the midst of such
creation. Perfect moments.
The descent from North Fork Pass
was blistering and I came within a whis-
per of 66 km/h as I blew past a camp-
ground. I didnt care it felt as though I
was biking on clouds and I wanted to en-
joy every single second. The climb back
to the park was merely a bliss tax.
Shelter from the rainI was a day away from Dawson City.
Civilization. Rain began falling as I set
out but I ignored it. If I couldnt outrun
the weather, Id at least tolerate it. Or so
I thought. I look back now and laugh at
my foolishness. I had no clue how sharp-
ly the mercury dips in the North. I didnt
even have a rain jacket.
In less than an hour I was drenched
and shivering so violently I thought Idthrow up. For a few minutes I took refuge
under the trees, but when I looked down
there was a soggy dead mouse gaping
back at me. I rose from my haunches
and decided to go anywhere else.
Riding on, I eventually came upon an
old hunting shack. Nobody was around
and I was frozen. Im not proud of it,but I eased my way inside after a few
minutes of lock picking - the fruits of a
misguided youth.
The building had an old wood stove
that I used to warm my clothes, my pride.
The effects of the heat were immediate
and soon I was ready to go. Thats when
the cabin owner arrived with a someones-
been-eating-my-porridge look on his face.
I bounded outside to introduce myself.
Eyes low, I explained I was young, dumb
and very sorry. The man looked me over
and said he believed it.
I must have looked like a stray dog.
Gently William invited me back inside
and offered to let me stay the night if
the weather didnt improve. It didnt. I
slept under the faded watch of a Virgin
Mary painting and the warm icker of a
spruce re.
Reaching DawsonBy six in the morning I was gone, on the
road and under the rst blue skies in
days. The only thing left to do was nish.
I sailed through the Dempsters nal 50km and found the Dawson City junction
before lunch.
I dont know what I felt. Pride, relief
maybe. But there was a pall, a heaviness
I couldnt shake. Id left to nd my way
home. Instead I fell for the road. It was
the only place I could be myself, rootless
and restless. There was no going back.Dawson City kept me for a few days.
I hiked the woods and cooled myself in
the Yukon River. From the top of the Mid-
night Dome, the venerable hill standing
watch over the town, I spotted the Top of
the World Highway. It twisted ever high-
er, west to Alaska.
I had to bike it. The next morning Ileft, not really sure where I was going.
After two years and 40,000 km, I still
dont know.
But thats another story.
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While pedaling the Karakoram
Yvonne and Valentijn decidedto have their bicycles painted just like
a colorful Pakistan truck. They write;
Everyday should be a party and the bikes
will remind us of that. So we found an
artist in Rawalpindi who did a wonderful
job of it. But judge yourself...
Yvonne and Valentijn van der Valk cycled
from the Netherlands to Thailand in aid of
Right to Play. You can read their trip reports
at: www.etsenmetballen.nl
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A
s a teenager I had Ian Hibell to
thank for inspiration and the real-
isation of what was possible with
a bike. I still have the memory of his ma-
chine, once displayed in Johns Bikes in
Bath an Argos tourer with an immense-
ly solid, built-in pannier rack, built-in mud
scrapers operated by gear levers, and
a large machete strapped on the back.
Rubber snakes and spiders adorned the
bike, which was still encrusted with Ama-
zonian mud...Now in his Devon home, it was hard
to imagine that the welcoming bantam-
like man serving me tea, softly spoken
and gentle, was my idol. The only clues
to the adventurer were the quietly fading
postcards.
Future dreamsIans taste for adventure began early.
When I was four, I would escape out of
the garden in my pedal car. The police
would often have to bring me back from
the other end of town. My parents tried
to improve the fencing but I still got out.
After National Service, Ian went on a CTCtour of Iceland. We spoke of our dreams
for the future and what we really wanted
to do in life. I knew then that I would prob-
ably be the only one to realise them.
It was almost a standing joke that I
would get back home from my annual
leave a week late. My employers made
me an offer a years leave. It wasntenough for my projected two - year
world tour. I didnt want a lifetimes work
in some job with a gold watch after 40
years. I upped and left.
Crossing the swampIan was gone ten years. Whilst in New
Zealand he came up with the idea of rid-
ing the Americas end-to-end from Tier-
ra del Fuego to Circle City in Alaska. As
yet no one had penetrated through the
INTERVIEW
Ian HibellBen Searle interviews his idol Ian Hibell to nd out why
he undertook such long and difcult bicycle journeys.
Ian ready to hit the road.
Photos: NICHOLAS AND ANDREW HENDERSON
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I planned to do things. The consequence
was I had no option but to try alone. It
was a ridiculous idea, but apart from
abandoning there was no other way out.Ever determined, Ian wouldnt be put
off. I was tremendously excited...that I
might not pull it off. I had a heavy feeling
in my stomach. Relying on being given
water by passing vehicles, Ian gasped
through with hardly a drop to spare the
border point had been closed and the
trafc dried up.
Run of luckScraping through from one adventure
to another, Ian began to get supersti-
tious. I didnt feel my run of luck could
last what had I done for the world? So
I worked for the Spastics Society for a
year, and then planned a sponsored tour
that was to raise 10,000 pounds.
This, his last major tour crossing
much of Africa, was to demoralise Ian. I
lost my heart for it. I was constantly be-
set by illness and mishap. In Zambia a
nurse contacted my mother, to see what
should be done with my body as I wasexpected to die. However I made a re-
covery in two weeks.
Rather like his hero, Tommy Simpson,
Ian was not to be deterred. It was crucial
that I continued right away. I was warned
by the British Embassy that the roads in
Zaire would be impassable to trucks, but
I took this advice with a pinch of salt. Ican nearly always muddle through.
Living his dreamsAs we drank more tea, it seemed some-
how that the ipside the quiet content-
ed home life had made it all possible
for Ian. Being deprived of home comforts
only seemed to sharpen his appreciation
for them. More recently he has begun to
pick up his cycle touring threads. Ponder-
ing the death of Beryl Burton, Ian, now
Ians Freddie Grubb touring bike.
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65, feels his cycling days are running out
and still has a rugged determination to
see the remaining corners of the world.
Why he ever made such perilous tours
he cant quite explain. I wouldnt want to
jump out of an airplane or descend the
Tourmalet like a TdF rider, yet they would
never emulate me. It comes out that Ian
did really think he would die, but did it
anyway. I never stopped to analyse it.
I guess my tours have made me scared
and brought excitement in a way that I
could accept.
Referring to the Darien Gap, Ian add-
ed, I wouldnt suggest anyone to dowhat we did. We were lucky, stupid. I just
wanted a bit of schoolboy adventure...
We knew we had to try it even though
everyone else had failed, well, er, died.
Now as I ride past the bus stop the kids
jeer at me whats that old fool doing on
a racing bike, they think. Little do they
know! As our meeting drew to a close,Ian was mildly occupied by the thoughts
of the following week, when he would
be heading off to remote islands in the
South Atlantic, and Antarctica though
this is one place where even he doesnt
expect to ride his bike.
Ians book Into the Remote Places
co-written with Clinton Trowbridge is now
out of print but used copies can be bought
via internet. Ian states that Trowbridge
embellished many of his stories and is
a little embarrassed by the distortion oftruth in places.
Photographer / writer Ben Searles work
has appeared in numerous magazines and
bicycle books. He also has a library full of
inspirational cycle-touring images at:
http://bensearle.info.
In 2008 Ian Hibell was tragically killed by a
hit-and-run driver on the Athens - Salonika
highway while training for yet another trans-continental journey, at the age of 74.
This interview was rst published In Cycling
Plus magazine. www.cyclingplus.com.
On Nicholas and Andrew Hendersons
website you can view more photos from
Ians trips: www.bikebrothers.co.uk.
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As we part what emerges is an almost
satised man who has lived his dreams,
not dreamed his life.
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TRIPGEAR
With Ortliebs new Ultimate6 Pro bag
you can touch screen operate your
GPS or Smartphone device through the
transparent lid.
Weight: Unknown
Price: not yet determined
www.ortlieb.com
Handle Bar Bag
There is nothing better than a cup of
coffee that stays warm on a cold morn-
ing.The Innity mug has an EVA outer
insulating shell and holds 17 . oz.(500 ml.) of hot liquid.
Weight: 3.2 oz. (90 gr.)
Price: $6.95 U.S.
www.gsioutdoors.com
Insulated Mug
A look at equipment for bicycle travelers.By: GRACE JOHNSON
Lightweight 2-Person TentAccording to Nordisk, the
Telemark 2 is the lightest two-person tent
in the world . The inner tent measures
86.6 x53x39.4 in. (220 x 135 x 100 cm.)
of oor space. The shelter will be
available in 2013
Weight: 1 lb. 1.04oz. (880 gr.)
Price: not yet determined
www.nordisk.eu
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The Therm-a-Rest Antares -7C (20F)
has connectors which join the bag to a
compatible mattress - allowing movement
while eliminating sliding and twisting.
Weight: 1 lb. 15 oz. (879 gr.)Price: $$349.95 U.S.
http://cascadedesigns.com
Synergy Link Sleeping Bag
The Monarch Chair from Alite is a
low rocking seat for camping comfort
and can fold together to t in a small
stuff sack.
Weight: 21oz. (595.3 gr)
Price: $70. U.S.
http://alitedesigns.com
Camp Chair
The ReVolt is a new headlamp that
utilizes either rechargeable power
(via USB) or traditional alkaline bat-
teries. The 110-lumen light recharges
via a USB cable that can be plugged
into anything from a computer to a
solar charger.
Price: $59.95 U.S.
www.blackdiamondequipment.com
Hybrid Power Headlamp
EQUIPMENT
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GEARREVIEWS
Ajungilak air pillowBy: HENRIK RISAGER
We bought two Ajungilak air pillowsand tested them out for one nightand we have a winner.
Yes, you can use a t-shirt stuffed with
your spare kit, but it is not the comest
of things.
At 145 gr. it is probably too heavy forthe weight weenies but we are looking
for comfort and a few more grams would
not break the Surly bikes back.
The pillow is covered in eece which
you can take off and wash. Inside is a
balloon which you blow up with a little
straw. That can be a bit tricky a rst but
you soon get the hang of it. That combodoes talk a bit while you put your head
to rest, but as soon you stop moving it
stops talking.
The pillow is nice, big and supportive
which is great since you can control the
rmness of it.
The bag the air pillow comes in is a bit
small so you really have to roll it up tight
to be able to squeeze it in.
Available in any color as long as it is
screaming yellow, not that this is a prob-
lem when you sleep.
AJUNGILAKAIRPILLOW
www.mammut.ch.
In January 2012 Henrik and Vicky gave up
their jobs and at and are now cycling north
from Tierra del Fuego, Argentina. You canfollow them at: www.woollypigs.com.
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EQUIPMENT
W
hen I rst received the MSR Pocket
Rocket stove, I couldnt quite be-
lieve just how small it is. The red plastic
storage box it comes in is tiny Think ve
triangles of a Toblerone bar and thats it.
It took 2 minutes 15 seconds to boil
half a liter of water indoors. So MSRs
claim that it takes 3 minutes 30 seconds
to boil a liter of water is not unreasonable.
The stabilizer arms are in the ame
and were soon glowing red, but thats
nothing to worry about. It did take a few
minutes for them to cool down once the
stove was turned off. But it would be cool
enough to pack back in the case by the
time youve drunk a coffee or eaten.
The stove itself is very easy to use.
Just take it out of the box, open up the
three stabilizer arms, make sure theame adjuster is closed, screw onto a
gas canister and youre ready to go. Then
just turn the ame adjuster and light it.
The stove is very lightweight. Togeth-
er with the protective red case, it weighs
only 110 gr. The small MSR canisters
weigh 225 gr. Since the local camping
store didnt stock MSR ones, I bought a
Primus brand instead, which worked ne.
The three stabilizer arms seem a little
imsy and I think they could easily be
damaged if mishandled. So it will denite-
ly be necessary to pack the stove in the
red case when not using it. Having said
that, I am sure they are strong enough
to take the weight of a pan plus water,
which is what theyre designed to do.
Overall, I think this is going to be a
great stove for my next trip. I dont cook
all the time so the fact it is lightweight and
compact is great. It is denitely the per-
fect size for making coffee in the morn-
ing, and Im sure itll do the job of cooking
up a bowl of pasta when needed.
Update: June 11, 2011
This stove has been used extensively
over the last eight months on my cycle
from Canada to Central America. I just
wanted to say that this stove has worked
awlessly. It is robust and reliable, ex-
actly what you want when camping in
remote areas. I always packed it awayin the toblerone container which ts in-
side my pan. The stabilizer arms which,I
initially thought were a bit imsy have
been ne. No sign of damage or wear.
Gas was easy to nd in Canada and the
USA, and in Mexico you could buy gas in
the larger cities at the sports store Marti.
MSR Pocket Rocket stoveBy: HELEN LLOYD
Helens Take On... Adventure, travel, biking,
packrafting and the outdoors through writing
and photography. http://helenstakeon.com
MSR POCKETROCKETSTOVEhttp://cascadedesigns.com
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French AlpsBy: KEES SWART
PHOTOSTORY
Kees Swart an
while summitin
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is partner Corrie Marijnen enjoy the autumn colors
he cols between Geneva and the Mediterranean sea.
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Above:The Col de la Croix de Fer is named after this iron cross.
Right:Corrie heading up the rst of seven mountain passes.
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Above: Colmar is a beautiful medieval town with a charming gte dtape.
Left: Climbing towards the Col dAllos.
Dutch photojournalist Kees Swart is the author of the route guidebook,
Fietsen langs de frontlijn (Bicycling alongside the First World War
frontline) www.frontlijnroute.nl and his website www.keesswart.nl contains
tips on how to take better travel images.
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On July 4th 2009, my plane nally
touched down from Bristol into Alaskas
midnight light. As I made my way to Prud-
hoe Bay, the most northerly point that
can be reached by bicycle in the Ameri-
cas, I was fully aware that the journey
ahead would be innitely longer..
Where was I heading? South, that
I knew. From the Arctic, there was no-
where else to go. Where I hoped to end
up was a more open question. Mexico?
Panama? Peru? In the back of my mind
lay the ultimate bicycle tourers destina-
tion: Ushuaia, the most southerly point in
the Americas.
Why no xed destination, no goal to
reach? Over the course of a long dis-
tance journey, its all too easy to concen-
trate on what you havent done, and not
on what you have. To focus on the desti-
nation and not on the adventure. So this
trip is about giving myself time to ride the
C
ass Gilbertreflects on bicycling the Americas,travel styles and the final destination...
Photos:CA
SSGILBERT
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dirt roads and forgotten backroads of this
vast and varied continent. To stop and
explore. To connect with people I meet
along the way. To do so under my own
steam, promoting the idea that cycling is
a viable form of travel in an ever more
car-centric world.Its now a year in and I nd myself in
Guatemala, with over seventeen thou-
sand kilometres on the clock. To reach
this point, Ive followed an oil pipeline
from the Arctic. Ive traversed a thousand
kilometres of forest roads in Canada. Rid-
den the length of the Rockies in America.
Crossed the vast and savagely crumpled
ranges of Northern Mexico. Under my
bike helmet, a tirade of memories already
cram for space. Riding epic singletrack
Above: Pedalling through Colorado, U.S.A.
Left: Cass Gilbert on a sidetrip to Cuba.
in Alaska, spooking grizzly bears along
the way. Dragging my bike through kneedeep snow under the big skies of Mon-
tana. Chopping wood in exchange for
Thanksgiving pies in the improbably
named Pie Town, New Mexico. Teaming
up with fellow bike travellers and travers-
ing the dirt roads of the Sierra Madre,
Mexicos drug-riddled cordillera. Camp-
ing beside the thundering, pounding surfof the Pacic, the beach to myself. Cross-
ing the jungles of Belize to a soundtrack
of reggae and howler monkeys.
Porridge, pasta, wild salmon, tacos,
tortillas and even tequila have fuelled
my legs. New friends have been made,
and old ones missed. Ive been warmly
invited into countless homes, from folk
musicians in the Yukon to elk hunters
in Colorado to puppet makers in New
Mexico and Mormons in Utah. Ive slept
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A picture perfect camping spot Sian Kaan National Park, Mexico
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Cass Gilbert is an avid traveler and
cyclist, and has been touring regularly for
the last decade. He is still cycling in the
Americas and you can follow his journey at:http://whileoutriding.com
This article was rst published In Boneshaker
Magazine www.boneshaker.com
under the stars in tundra, desert, forest
and mountains. Ive even spent a night
in a Mexican jail.
Yet keeping motivated isnt always
as easy as it may seem; its not always
blissfully empty roads and picture per-
fect camping spots. Long distance bike-
touring can be tough. The body soon
adapts to the physical demands: muscle
and sinew shape themselves to the daily
rhythm of cycling. Its the mental chal-
lenges that are harder. The loneliness
of leaving friends and family far behind.
The hours of saddle time to ponder and
deliberate. The constant sense of move-
ment this nomadic lifestyle brings. The
long stretches of unavoidable, monoto-
nous highway, harassed by the endless
torment of speeding trafc. And its the
little things that tire you out. The eternal
forage for food, for water, for a place to
stay. Scrimping and saving each dollar,
peso or quetzal. Then I ask myself a dif-ferent question. Which will run out rst,
my legs, my money, or my inclination?
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Yet just when I reach a low, its also
the smallest acts that bounce me back
up again. The gift of a papaya from a
gold-toothed farmer. Excited waves from
a gang of roadside kids. The heartfelt cry
of animo! courage from a man in
the back of an old and sun-faded pickup.
A lone yukka tree lit up by a nger of light.
Its then that suddenly, overwhelmingly,
the realization of what Im doing, what
I hope to do, what Ive seen and what
I will see, are distilled into one moment
of clarity and understanding. Everything
makes sense again. And once more, my
pedals turn, and southwards I go. BT
Photos: CASS GILBERT
1. David, a Mennonite in Belize 2.Carlos jr. of Maya pedal 3. Tim in Sante Fe, U.S.A
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For a cyclist, Indonesiaa coun-try comprised of some 18,000
islandsposes more than a few
logistical challenges. If you stick to the
main islandsJava, Sumatra, maybe
Bali and Lombokgetting around is
not too tough. Its when you venture
farther aeld, say to Sulawesi, Sum-
bawa or Borneo that things get tricky.
Wed set our sights on Borneo, the
third largest island in the world behind
Greenland and Guinea. Like so many
people, in my mind Id painted Borneo as
a magical place of pristine forests lled
with screeching monkeys and gentle
orangutans. A place where native wom-
en prance around in grass skirts weav-
ing bamboo baskets and men in loin-
cloths and feather head-dresses wander
around hunting wild boar with traditional
tombak spears. A place where one might
even bump into a headhunter or two. But
before these escapades and encounters
could begin, we had to actually get to
Borneo. An adventure all in itself, I was
soon to nd out.
This boat or that boat?My husband Eric, the logistical master-mind of our round the world tour, had
been running various schemes past me
for weeks.
We could ride from Singapore to
Melaka, hed begin, then hop on the
ferry to Dumai and ride to Jakarta. From
there wed pick up another boat to Bor-
neo.
Or, hed continue, We could keep
riding to Semarang and take a ferry to
Kumai in South Kalimantan and do the
tour in reverse.
Our third option. But by then my
eyes had already glazed over and all the
names and places were jumbled up in
my brain.
so what do you think? I offered
a weak smile, You choose, I trust your
judgment.
The best option, said Super Husband,
was the direct ferry from Bintan to Bor-
neo via Batam. That way wed avoid the
hassles of navigating our way through
Jakarta, a city of 9 million known to be
By: AMAYA WILLIAMS
Slow Boatto
BORNEO
Left: The ferry stops to pick up passengers on its way to Borneo.
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one of the most congested capitals in
Southeast Asia. I was with him there.
Problem is, just one ferry per month
plies that particular route. Wed have al-
most a weeks wait on Batam, a small
Indonesian island not far from Singa-
pore. Batam caters to the resort crowd,
drawing businessmen from Singapore in
search of a little illicit fun and families in
search of an economical beach holiday.
A luxury vacationTurns out, we got to enjoy a little vaca-
tion, too. Super Husband somehow got
in contact with a fellow called Chris who
just happens to be a fan of cycling. And
this (exceedingly kind) Chris character
put us up in a fancy hotel throughout our
6 day wait on Batam. Were talking swim-
ming pool and a view of the sea from our
nely appointed air-conditioned room. In
six years on the road, wed rarely been in
a place which supplied towels let aloneone that offered daily maid service, sat-
ellite TV and a bell hop to wrestle with
our bags.
The six days of pampered respite ew
by in a blur of leisurely meals and long
swims. I knew where I would sleep at
the end of the day, where my next meal
was coming from and where to turn foran endless supply of safe drinking water.
Yes, life was easy. Very easy. Comfort-
able and pleasant. Stress-free and safe.
And just a tad bit boring.
So back to the bikes with butteries
bouncing around in my stomach like it
was my rst-ever day of bicycle touring.
A quick ferry to the island of Bintan, a
90 kilometer cross-island ride to a port
on the other side of the island, a night
couchsurng and the next day were up
early to catch the ferry that will eventually
take us to Borneo.
Economy classThis was not our rst Third World ferry ex-
perience. Wed caught a boat down Lake
Tanganyika to a remote part of western
Tanzania, wed sailed across the Indian
Ocean to get to Zanzibar, wed hopped a
ferry for a thousand kilometers down the
mighty Amazon and of course there was
the infamous ferry across Lake Nasser
from Egypt to Sudan.
Wed arranged for economy class
tickets for the Borneo boat. That meant
no reserved seating. Wed have to carve
out a space for ourselves, the bikes and
all our belongings. I was anticipating
being a little cramped, but was certain
Economy Class was something I could
endure in the spirit of saving money.
Liz and Chris from Bikeabout had
gone economy class on an Indonesianferry, pointed out Eric, as had Spaniard
Salva Rodriguez.
UnperturbableThat Salva had gone economy class
didnt mean much. This guy is one of the
toughest cyclists that Ive read about. In
one of his newsletters, Salva wrote ofcycling through the Copper canyon in
Mexico. There are no real roads through
the Copper canyon, just some rocky
tracks snaking their way through very
rugged and remote terrain. But Salva
never complains (at least not publical-
ly), no matter what the conditions. This
guy could probably ride through Siberia
in January and talk about it as if it hed
just biked through France on a ne sum-
mer day. Nothing perturbs Salva. I ad-
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mire Salva. I earnestly wish I possessed
many of his ne character traits. But af-
ter all this time on the bikes I know Im
no Salva Rodriguez. Im a middle-aged
woman who grew up despising camping
and anything that got dirt under her n-
gernails. Nowadays, I like a little adven-
ture. I embrace adventure. I might go so
far as stating that I need adventure. But
Ive got my limits, particularly when it in-
volves noise and sanitation.
The big boat rideUnsurprisingly, general bedlam reigned
at the port in Bintan. Porters drenched
in sweat heaved everything from fridgesand washing machines to bicycles and
pellets of laptop computers up a narrow
passageway. A crowd of confused looking
ticket holders surged towards the boat as
others attempted to disembark. Several
policemen tried to tame the chaos, but
their sharp whistles were of little avail.
Luckily, our couchsurng hosts, Rob-ert and Ria, were there to assist. While
they kept an eye on our bikes, Eric and I
grabbed some bags and elbowed our way
through the crowd. Economy Class, I
shouted out to one of the sailors in white.
This way, missus, and he pointed me
into a cavernous smoke-lled hall, thick
with the sweet scent of clove cigarettes
mixed with the far less agreeable stench
of a backed up toilet. Orang 147, I not-
edthe area slept 147 people. There
were ve more similar spaces, I was to
discover later, bringing the total capacity
of the boat up to almost 1,000. During
holiday periods, an ofcer explained, the
ship packed up to 6,000 travelers. I was
battling back claustrophobia at that very
moment, when the boat was carrying
just under its ofcial limit. Imagine 6,000people jammed into a space I consid-
ered too cramped for the 1,000 individu-
als it was designed for. It would be like
squeezing two more couples and all their
cycling gear into our three-man tent.
The economy class room wed booked
into was packed with mattress after mat-
tress, just inches apart, lined up oneafter the other on low platforms. Music
blasted from all directions, cigarette butts
carpeted the oor, and bright uorescent
lights assaulted my eyes. As I took in the
horror of our proposed accommodation
for the next 60 hours, hundreds of weary
faces stared back.
I cant do this, I said. I cant endurethree days in these revolting conditions,
I added, plopping down next to the pan-
niers. No amount of cajoling could make
me change my mind. Its true that I hadnt
been bothered by 30 hours of deck class
in Sudan. The cool December air was
invigorating, wed had plenty of space
to stretch out and the devout men who
came to pray on my yoga mat (mistaking
it for a modern prayer rug) gave me a
good laugh.
Economy class was a cavernous smoke-lled hall, thick
with the sweet scent of clove cigarettes mixed with the
far less agreeable stench of a backed up toilet.
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But I put my foot down at 60 hours of
second hand smoke, shit smeared toi-
lets and crappy pop music. Another $50
for an upgrade to second class? Money
well spent.
After that small investment in our
physical and mental well-being, I was a
whole lot happier. Yes, money can buy
a degree of happiness, thats one thing
bicycle travel has taught me. While a
second-class sojourn on the K.M. Bukit
Raya wasnt exactly a cruise on the Love
Boat, it far surpassed my minimum stan-
dards of comfort.
Special TreatmentAs foreigners, we were assigned a four-
berth cabin. All. To. Ourselves.
Normally men and women are lodged
separately, but the indulgent ofcer in
charge would make an exception in our
case. They could have stuck me in the
broom closet for all I cared. Just as longas it was quiet and smoke-free. But the
cabin, albeit a bit cramped, was tted
with comfortable bunks covered with
fresh white sheets and the adjoining
bathroom sported a western style toi-
let and one of the best hot showers Ive
ever experienced. At times, the lethargic
air-conditioning system even forced outa little cool air.
In second class, the days passed
rather pleasantly. For adventure, I could
stroll around the outer deck, snapping
photos of the picturesque palm-covered
islands we passed and stumbling over
sleeping passengers. Being the only for-
eigners aboard, we were a novelty and
the subject of intense curiosity. It was
easy to strike up a conversation with just
about anybody.
And when Id my ll of taking in the
beautiful views and answering the same
questions weve been subjected to since
we set off (What is your country? How
long you stay in Indonesia? Why you go
on bicycle? How many tires you use?
Why you dont have children?), I could
hide away in our second class haven.
On Land at last!After two and a half days at sea, we
pulled into port. Within moments of ar-
riving on Borneo, my romantic vision of
the island was all but crushed. Ponti-
anak, the capital of the Indonesian state
of West Kalimantan, is a thriving city of
satellite dishes and shopping centers,
internet cafes, big banks, hotels (the Ga-
ruda offers Executive Karaoke) and fast
food outlets.
In Pontianak, youre about as likely to
spot locals in grass skirts and loincloths
as you are to nd an Apache warrior infull headdress strutting through down-
town Phoenix. Locals zip around on
noisy motorbikes and spend their time
rapidly tapping out text messages and
checking out their friends status updates
on Facebook.
Nope, we havent crossed paths with
any headhunters yet, but well keep youposted. Who knows what adventure
awaits farther aeld. This is BORNEO,
after all! BT
In 2006 Amaya Williams and Eric Scham-
bion set off to cycle every country on the
planet. You can follow their progress at:
www.worldbiking.info. They also publish
www.gobicycletouring.info which contains
reviews of other bike travel websites.
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BICYCLE
TOURING
TEN
COMMANDMENTSBy:CHARLIEBAXTER
Thou shalt never strap toes too tightly.
Thou shalt never cycle without a pump capable of 80psi+.
Thou shalt never pedal along on a 4 lane thick highway.You shall always respect the wind strength.
Thou shalt not overtake police with wine in the bottle holder.
Honour thy fellow cyclist and always greet them in one way or another.
Remember to wear Lycra at all times to relieve sizzling sunburn and gain
respect with a padded crotch.
Remember to always buy a bag of 10 pain au chocolate for the next morning.
Thou shalt never cycle onto sand.
Remember that however full your bags are, a bungee cord is your best friend.
Last summer Charlie Baxter cycled from London to Spain. You can read more about his
adventures at: http://charliebaxter-cb.tumblr.com.
Photo:PAULJEURIS
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DAVE CONROY
http://www.tiredot.ca
Tanzania
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PAUL JEURISSEN
www.pauljeurissen.nl
India
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Acouple of years ago, I rode my bicycle - emission-free andcarbon neutral - 20,000 kilometres from England to China,and arrived feeling moderately pleased that I'd come quite along way without pumping so much as an ounce of the pollutingstuff into the atmosphere.
Then my partner ew out to meet me in Shanghai. A few weeks later, her parents de-
cided they would make the most of us being there, so they came to check out China as
well - via the plane. My mother and grandmother were not far behind. Then last month
my sister popped over for a jet-propelled look-see, her boyfriend in tow. My partner's
brother and his wife are expected in a week or two, and they won't be pedalling either.
As unintended consequences go, this one was pretty bad. One squeaky-clean
intercontinental bike ride has ended up being responsible for no less than nine round-
trip intercontinental air journeys.
In September, in an attempt to dry up the stream of airborne visitors (of all of whomI am very fond, I hasten to point out), I'll be getting back on my bike and riding home
again. But without the smug eco-friendly grin on my face. And probably wearing sack-
cloth too.BT
Edward Genochio rode from England to China and back again and is now writing a book
titled But Isnt There A Bus? read more about his trip at: http://www.2wheels.org.uk.
eco-friendlyAn
bike tripBy: Edward Genochio
Photo:PAU
LJEURISSEN
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