I don’t know if I’ve already told you here that while riding I engage in long conversations with myself and with those I love to talk with.

I also like mental games. I have various little games.

There’s one where I play with the numbers that show up along the road. I add, subtract, multiply and divide until I get a prime number as the result.

Then there’s the one of converting the distance from miles to kilometers and with the an...

The other day I read the story about the Australian Matt Kuleza who has, since 2004, has made coffee dates with his Facebook friends.

He wrote in his blog: “An exercise in remembering to socialize with and get to know people outside of the ‘book and a celebration of the individual humans I’ve had the pleasure of meeting throughout my life so far”.

Kuleza has just over 1,000 friends on the network and he knows all of them persona...

In Toronto I nostalgically watched a girl who was riding her bicycle back home (probably after a long day at work) with dinner in the little front basket. That day I think I was missing home, my old home, but no, I was missing the road, my new home.

Being on a long trip like this means always being on the go. I’m always going and rarely coming back.

The first and the hardest goodbye was from my safe haven, my parents.

While I was...

You’ve probably already heard this question before, right?

I hear a version of this question almost every day: “Aren’t you afraid?”

When I finally got to a latitude where summer is hot I discovered the pleasure of sleeping in my tent without the tent cover.

Except for cold nights, I open it, as I did when I slept in the Ancient Forest, looking at an opening in the forest canopy, surrounded by thousand-year-old red cedars.

The view...

"“See yourself in others

Then whom can you hurt?

What harm can you do?”"
Budha

Britta is a 27-year-old woman who is making her first long bike trip. It’s her first time away from Europe and the first time traveling alone. One day, she decided to travel and on the following day she left for Canada. According to herself, she’s very impulsive. I believe that.

She’s the first woman alone I’ve seen on the trip and I’m the second she’...

I met this French couple. In truth, I didn’t meet them, they caught up with me.

One day I was stopped on the road, eating bananas and peaches, looking at the flowers and hoping some animal would come out of the forest, when I see 2 figures coming up the road.

Two Cyclotourists! Ah! It’d been quite a while since I’d seen any!

Up closer I see that they’re a couple and they have a pretty, black female dog, Gaya. Gaya reminded me of...

I’m terrible at languages. The other day Evelyn Araripe and I decided to start a club. A club of the lament of languages badly spoken. 

I tell the story of my trip to a lot of people, I tell it in my way, lacking words, using wrong verb tenses and it’s hard to pronounce words that have “r” and “w” in them. I’d like to say more things, to knit together commentary. I have a lot of opinions to offer but my child’s vocabulary limit...

I arrived in Toronto after 2 weeks of a professional course in mechanics in Guelph.

 Mechanic course at the Winterborne Bicycle Institute in Guelph, Ontario.

 A lot of reading!

And a lot of practice in an 11-day course (88 hours). Extremely comprehensive. No wonder these guys have the title of the best bicycle mechanics course in Canada!

I was 19 days without riding. My body was feeling it but my mind was feeling it even more.

Toro...

The sign said Sulphur Lake, what a strange name. It was almost 12:00 noon and I saw another ascent. I decided to stop. The lake wasn’t pretty. The remains of a fire and filth on the muddy shore. I picked up some beer cans and put them in my trash bag.

Irritable (and hungry) I complained: these people are pigs!

Here on the map, Sulphur Lake (Yukon, Canada) very close to Kluane Lake and the glaciers of the National Park with the s...