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An excerpt from this issue’s extended Globetrotting column, Ride to Relief: Nepal’s national mountain biking team was training for an upcoming national championship race a handful of kilometers outside of Kathmandu in Chobar when …
In Kyrgyzstan, men wear an ak kalpak – a tall white felt hat with traditional embellishments. In Nepal, the colorful dhaka topi cap is worn to symbolize pride in Nepali identity. Within a few seconds of crossing the Vietnam border, someone pedaled up alongside us wearing a nón lá, perhaps the most recognizable item of traditional …
Nepal has been the hardest goodbye. What a truly special part of the world that’s filled with people who have souls as beautiful as the Himalayas they call home. We spent two challenging months exploring by foot and bike, warmly welcomed by a kind and peaceful society whose daily struggles are unimaginable to most people …
Because we’re working while exploring this great big world, we made our way via the friendly skies back to Europe for a trade show. Coming straight from the rugged and largely undeveloped areas of Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan, I can’t adequately describe the culture – and sticker – shock we experienced when we arrived. In the …
In this issue’s Globetrotting column, The Unexpected: You don’t need to be pedaling in a foreign country to run into road trouble. A couple years ago, and much closer to home, we took off on our bikes with a friend one autumn weekend to explore our New …
All told, we spent a month and a half traveling in Tajikistan by bike. Part of this time was pedaling some of the highest mountains in the world–the Pamirs, known as “The Roof of the World”–and through one of the most remote regions in the world—the Wakhan Valley. It was here that the wind tore at …
In this issue’s Globetrotting column, Food: More Than Fuel: It’s our second day in Turkey and gale force headwinds have us moving at a snail’s pace exerting an elephant’s effort. Our faces are chapped, our eyes teary, our quads burn and our stomachs beg for nourishment. …
The entire plane erupts into cheers and applause the moment we make contact with the ground. I look around the cabin at the round, smiling faces, which reveal rows of perfectly straight gold teeth. Men wear traditional tall, white hats and women wrap their hair in bandanas. We are two out of maybe a handful …
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 …