Riding across the Guineas served up a bit more than I had anticipated.
Escape from Dakar
It’s a strange feeling when a foreign capital like Dakar begins to offer the comfort of familiarity.
Myth of the Lonely Wanderer
When people ask me the standard round of questions of where I’ve been and where I’m going and […]
The Call of Senegal
If I laid on my back and turned my foot just so, I could get enough light from […]
No Man’s Land
The stretch of terrain designated as ‘no man’s land’ began to seem a bit more ominous as shadows […]
Into the Sahara
The further south we rode, the greater power the desert seemed to have to undo what had been […]
Sahara Sessions
As I hummed along northward on the highway with the sun overhead just like I had many days […]
Familiar Waters
The last time I stood staring at the waves spilling over reefs below me was in December of […]
A Score at Safi
As a traveling surfer you’re always at the mercy of the ocean’s rhythms for the success of your […]
Ride the Kasbah
The temperature climbed steadily as we motored downward into the town of Ouarzazate, which serves as a gateway […]
Atlas Red
My newly acquired riding partner, Jonathan, was talking to a stately looking man that had flagged us down […]
The Casablanca Company
The first rule of riding in Africa is that you don’t ride at night. Dead animals on the […]
Spanish Salvation
When you’re a novice motorcycle mechanic there is this subdued feeling of mild panic that happens when you […]
A Bumpy Start
A few eyes turn your way when sprinting at top speed through an airport. The effect is compounded […]