Since being told, by a private game reserve manager, that we would “have to stick to the more busy routes, due to some areas being remote and dangerous” I have been scratching my head. He meant unsafe because of people, but how is the coutryside more risky than densely populated…

We titled this bicycle journey of discovery “Nomads by Nomads”, the nomads being us (veteran vagabonds) actively seeking out traditional nomadic peoples. A thematic forces an itinerary because the focus is clear, the only question is where is the next target and what is the best route to it. Since…

“You are no spring chickens, you know. You are the oldest people I’ve seen doing this on bicycles!” Adelaide states matter-of-factly. We are sitting at the dinning table at Quinta San Antonio, in Lindela, Mozambique, and getting introduced to vetkoek, a fried bread stuffed with ground beef, onions and tomatoes,…

“Kumba Lodge? It’s another five to ten minutes walking your bikes. It’s gonna be worth it!” a bearded man with a South African accent yells from his garden. We are pushing our bikes on the sandy road to our destination. Our beaming cheerleader takes another puff on his fat joint…