Cycling Peru Sur & Bolivia

After two days of sun, we loaded our bikes, navigated the outskirts of Arequipa and ascended gradually into the high mountain storms of Southern Peru. So… does anyone have any questions? I know we did. Before Lima, life was: born daycare school internship job retirement. After Lima, life is more like: born daycare school hey…

Cycling Northern Peru

‘Nos disparó,’ I say. ‘Quién?’ Ceci says. ‘El güey ahí, gritando.’ ‘Cómo crees?’ ‘Si mira…’ Together we look over to the tiny man screaming at us in the distance, waving his gun, a plume of smoke rising over his head. ‘No manches.’ Ceci says. ‘Pues vamonos, no?’ ‘Un segundito,’ I say. My phone died a…

Cycling Ecuador

All I will say is that Richard Carapaz recognized us first. Ceci & I, we were minding our own business, we’d woken up in Colombia that morning (where Carapaz is not from), packed up our things, crossed the border into Ecuador, and perhaps we’d cycled 20kms on the Trans-Ecuador route we’ll be following for the…

TranSierra Norte

Take a swig of this, te va a rehidratar! The day is over, we’re in a rusty carcass on wheels sucking diesel. Through the dusty windshield ahead another miracle of engineering running on black smoke and buena suerte is transporting the bikes. I’m looking through the Gatorade bottle that’s being handed down to me, at…

The Homeless Athletics Club

Blink once, Ceci is riding her mountain bike on the highest suspension bridge in the world on her way to her first Enduro World Series finish. Blink twice, Camille is running on a ridge at 2,450m in the snow on her way to finishing her first 60k UltraMarathon in 4th place. Blink one last time,…

The Baja Epic

The alarm sounds, 3.30am. The first of many early starts to come. The team wakes up one at a time eating little and talking even less. We gather some last items and pile into the jam-packed car, sharing three seats between the four of us, and head to the airport. After a swift 3 hour…