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We cross into Thailand from Malaysia at Thale Ban National Park and immediately find ourselves in the throes of an open-air market. People peruse stalls and stuff their overflowing bags with cheaply-made goods and clothes before walking back across the border to more expensive Malaysia. We ride until we reach a roadside “resort” that’s more like our …
(This welcome sign is actually on our way out of Malaysia.) We stare out of the hotel window watching beads of water run down the glass. It’s our fourth day in Singapore and our first day of pedaling. “It’s warm outside. It won’t be so bad,” I attempt to convince myself as much as Justin …
(Art by Oak&Bindi, commissioned by Lululemon’s first store in Asia.) It’s 22 hours from Philadelphia to Singapore, with a stop in Hong Kong. I spend it working, watching mindless television and processing the death of three family members. One line of one eulogy in particular still weighs in my mind. “It’s not, ‘How did he …
Not all photos make their way into the pages of magazines. An image of mine was recently used to create the Cabela’s “Alaskan Guide” series headlamp packaging. Made possible by talented graphic artist Eric Capers at Princeton Tec.
“There aren’t many things I enjoy more than sleeping under the stars. The fresh air that whispers through trees and puts color on your cheeks, the crackle of a campfire that begets simple entertainment and thoughtful conversation, humble meals prepared and eaten together, the firm ground that ensures a good night’s rest. Well, maybe …
This interactive map shows where we’ve pedaled on our bike tour and will be continually updated as we travel. Each dot links to its corresponding story. Enjoy following along! [nwm_map id=”1″]
I grab our handlebar bags and water bottles and leave Justin to secure our bikes onto the railing of the ferry in Bandirma. Following the crowd upstairs and inside, I choose a window seat in the front of the boat away from the bustle of passengers. Several long minutes pass and I peek over the …
We climb the metal stairs to the ferry’s top deck and take a seat on an unoccupied bench at the edge of the boat. The sun is out on this October morning, but an autumnal breeze steals its warmth away, and so we sit close, maximizing our body heat. I pull my knees up to my …