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Monthly Archives: October 2013
How This Trip Would Be Different If We Were Women
I recently received a message on our facebook page from a fan who made a great point: We don’t talk about women enough. “I want to offer a critique as to your choice of article topics. As two men traveling … Continue reading
The Bromance Continues: Chris and I Go Sweater Shopping
Those readers of this blog that have helped fund our adventure will be glad to know that both Chris and I are careful with money. Which is the nice way to say it. Others might prefer the terms “scrooge” … Continue reading
China: The Last Bike Tour Begins
“You’ve got to be kidding me” I said, eyeing the cop car pull up outside the hotel. The troop of Chinese officers who got out forced their way past the hanging curtain of the hotel’s front door like they were … Continue reading
What’s in the Stare?
There it was again. The unnerving stare. The boy was peeping at me from the shadows of the doorway. How long had he been watching me this time? I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him. His inscrutable expression didn’t … Continue reading












