Berkeley to Brazil

"Just come ride your bicycle with us for a good cause," Mestre Acordeon said.

​I didn't know anyone who was going on the trip. I would have to quit my job and get rid of all my stuff. I needed to get  the equipment for a one-year camping/bicycle expedition, give up my apartment, and sell my truck. All, in the space of two weeks.

So I did.

And it was the craziest, yet best decision of my life. Crazier even, than moving to Japan with a one-way ticket and 50 bucks in my pocket, way back when. Although, if you scroll a bit you might find some more instances of rather  questionable travel choices on my part.

Mestre Acordeon

An epic spot for a break from riding up thousands of feet past Lago Atitlan, Guatemala.

Headed south, and for another Central American volcano.

One game at a time!

13 months later we arrived in Salvador, Brazil

The Centipede

Angkor Wat in Cambodia - a dream destination. 

Imagine a thriving civilization around these gorgeous temples. ​Explore the not so beaten track, like the Valley of the Thousand Lingam (yes, those would be one thousand penises carved into a river bed).

While viewing such penile display, do watch out for the poisonous centipede the size of a dinner plate, that might attempt to bite you in the ass, or not.

Travel Day Friends at Angkor Wat.

A Thousand Penises in a river bed. Really, Hinduism?

Yup, that's my booty - pulsing, fiercely. Centipedes know no shame.

The Grizzly Bear

I was lucky to get a job right when the Banking Crisis kicked everyone in the teeth, except the banks.

So I decided I would do one last wild man road trip into the NorthWestern wilderness. I drove my Bronco from Seattle to Yellowstone, and a few other gorgeous, remote spots in between. 

​I visited Old Faithful, tracked wildlife, got lost on back-country roads, played my drum & flute, cooked on a camping stove, looked at a lot of stars.

Every night, I moved after I had eaten so that some big ol' Grizzly would not come to investigate. Except this one time...

Look at that beautiful Bronco. Who woulda thunk that 3 hours later a Grizzly would swing by?