We ran over the basic controls; pretty familiar for a motorcycle rider, and took the ATVs for a quick test lap around the property. Because of the lack of counter steering on an ATV, it wasn’t immediately as intuitive for me as a motorcycle, but I got the hang of it soon enough.

We took off at a beginners pace, driving on some fairly simple dirt roads and a bit of tarmac. We then crossed a washed out road full of water and began tackling some more challenging inclines, ruts, and loose gravelly sections. Pushing through one particular puddle, I splashed water up onto the engine which super heated it and then onto my bare legs. Ouch! Shortly after, Kelly got a little over ambitious and ended up in the bushes for a bit. A few prickles, but no real harm done.

We drove on for about an hour, picking up speed and confidence as we went, eventually arriving at our destination: “Bahia de los Piratas” – Pirate Beach, a small beach amongst the cliffs east of Tamarindo. We we’re covered in dust and everyone in our group of 8 had a spectacular dirt beard, so we stripped down to our swim gear and plunged into the surf.

On the trip home, I opened up the ATV a bit more. Racing through some mud, over some craggy steep hills, and even a few small jumps, drifting, and power slides. All in all, it was a great excursion and I’d definitely recommend it to anyone who needs a little fuel injected fun.

Read the original article here: Our ATV Tour from Tamarindo

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We started off catching the local bus to Liberia from Tamarindo around 11am. It meanders through each locality on its way to Liberia and took us around 2.5 hours to arrive at the main bus station. A quick taxi ride back one station brought us to where the road from Tamarindo meets the main highway. Having no idea where we were, we had just missed our stop. The cost for the 1 minute taxi ride nearly equaled the $3 we had paid for our 2 hour bus trip. We stopped for a bite to eat at the restaurant beside the Ticabus stop and awaited 3:30 when the bus from San Jose to Nicaragua was supposed to arrive. 2 hours late, the bus finally showed up around 5:30. We kicked a couple people out of our seats and 6 hours after we began, we were finally on our way to Nicaragua!

An hour from the border, we began passing the queue of semi-trucks. Some of them would be waiting days for their turn to cross border inspection. There being only 2 lanes, we were passing in the oncoming lane and often had to stop while the bus driver finessed the bus past traffic on the soft shoulder.

Arriving at the border and exiting the bus to obtain our exit stamps, we were bombarded by money exchangers snapping their wads of Nicaraguan Cordobas. We then had to go through Nicaraguan customs where the bus was unloaded and searched. We gave our passports to the customs official and with our few bags, limited Spanish, and repeating “Turistas, turistas…” we were simply waved through.

A few short hours later, we arrived in Granada and grabbed a cab to our quaint colonial hotel near the central park, appropriately named “The Colonial Hotel”. 12 hours after leaving the house, we had arrived approximately 200km from our starting point. Kelly and I are pretty easy going, but our first experience with bus travel in Central America had proved to be a test of patience.

Granada itself is a quaint colonial city on the shore of Lake Nicaragua. It reminded us very much of our favourite town in Brazil, Paraty. Plenty of places to stop for a drink or a bite to eat. Many of them set up in the courtyard gardens of the old colonial homes. We wandered around the downtown district for a few days exploring the local markets, the bell tower of a church which gave a spectacular view of the city, and stopping in various cafes and street side bars with tables set up on the sidewalks.

At one of these sidewalk tables we met a local brother and sister with her American husband who were having a round of ‘Micheladas’. It’s a Latin American drink, sort of similar to having a Caesar or a Red Rooster with breakfast. A rumoured hangover cure (or just a refreshing afternoon drink), it’s made by pouring a beer into the juice of one lemon, a dash of soya sauce, Worcestershire, and Tabasco, salt, pepper, and ice. Some insist on adding a shot of tequila as well. It won’t replace Caesars for us Canadians, but it’s a nice alternative when Clamato juice is scarce.

I’m also a fan of the local Nicaraguan rum, which I was introduced to on my previous trip to Costa Rica 7 years ago. It’s made in Chichigalapa (just outside of Leon, about 2 hours north of Granada) at the Flor de Caña distillery. We tried to arrange a tour but unfortunately it wasn’t open on Sunday, or wasn’t open for just the 2 of us. We’re not sure which. It was the last day we had available for a tour before we headed home, so we opted instead for a boat ride amongst the nearby islands on Lake Nicaragua.

We were driven around a maze of small islands and given a fairly lengthy lesson of Granada’s history by our guide. We stopped to roam an old fort and then floated around multi-million dollar homes owned by Nicaragua’s elite, stopping to feed a troop of monkeys that were rescued by a doctor who resides on a nearby island. At one point, we were given the option to go for a swim… but after seeing the amount of trash on the shores and viewing the framed jaws of the bull sharks that apparently still patrol the waters of Lake Nicaragua, we passed and stayed dry.

After 5 days in Granada, we boarded the Ticabus again to return to Costa Rica. Things began a little smoother with the bus arriving from Managua on-time around 1pm. We went through the border and arrived in Liberia around 7pm. We had some conflicting information on when the last bus to Tamarindo was, so we ended up waiting for 2 hours with a group of surfers who were also en-route to Tamarindo, before it became apparent we had missed the last bus. We arranged for a large van to drive all 9 of us (plus bags and surfboards) home. It was a tight fit in a slow van, but eventually we arrived home around 10pm. Only 9 hours this time… not bad! ;)

We’re happy to be back with the comforts of home and have since spent nearly everyday on the beach soaking up the sun. It’s unlikely we’ll need to do another visa run following the next 3 months since we’ll be moving on, but we will have to follow the same route once more when we make our transition to Honduras. Now that I’m in the know, I’ll be packing a few Micheladas to-go to ease the journey.

A few more Granada pictures:

Read the original article here: Nicaragua Visa Run from Tamarindo

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Bryan and Terry, along with Terry’s wife Rose (and 3 year old David) operate Borneo Biking Adventures (BBA). For the last 4 years they’ve taken racers, recreational riders, slowpokes, and even a few lunatics on treks through the roads and trails of Malaysian Borneo. Midday Tuesday, Terry arrived to pick us up from our hotel in Kota Kinabalu. 30 minutes spent navigating a bit of city traffic, and a perilously steep 5km gravel driveway and we arrived at Sinurambi, their house in the hills. With 6 guest rooms, an infinity pool, beautiful furniture and finishings, and staff creating a range of tasty meals, Sinurambi was a pleasure to come home to at the end of each riding day.

Rose and company are superb hosts, quickly making you feel at home and taking care of anything you might require while including you in the family atmosphere. Our first evening was spent relaxing in the pool with a cold beer, following which we were invited down to the river for another swim and a game of Frisbee with some of their friends. It was a refreshing change from the typically stoic “sir” and “ma’am” approach. Returning to the house, we chatted with Terry and Bryan about the next days events over a dinner of local freshwater crab and wild boar. Terry asked, “Tarmac, off road? What kind of rider are you?” “I came all the way here for twisties,” was my response. Being a sport bike rider, gravel was almost a feared occurrence. “I think we’ve got you covered,” he replied with a smirk.

Up early the next day at 7am, we showered and went down to breakfast. Following a quick briefing, we geared up and got our first look at the bikes. BBA has a fleet of 12 Aprilia Pegaso 650‘s. A great mix of trail and street, the Pegasos performed brilliantly on tarmac, clay, gravel, mountainous ascents, tight corners, traffic jams, and even the occasional river crossing.

BBA also provides full riding gear for both riders and pillion passengers. A must have for us, given our beach oriented wanderings have left us with nothing but board shorts and flip flops. Next item on the itinerary, “Would you prefer to ride down the ‘driveway’, or drive the support vehicle?” Given my lack of off road expertise I opted for the air conditioned option. The 5km of steep, rutted gravel is quite intimidating and tossing my shiny untested new ride off a cliff, was all too prominent in my mind. Following behind Bryan in the support truck was a sobering experience as he quickly outpaced my 4 wheels with his 2. I shouldn’t feel too badly, he’s a British motocross champion.

Climbing onto the Pegaso at the base of the driveway with Kelly behind me, we took off down the road on our test run. Following Terry we meandered through traffic and the sloping turns heading into town. Driving on the left side of the road, merging through roundabouts, and a complete disregard for any road rules whatsoever was a bit of an adjustment, but we’ve grown somewhat used to it after the last year in Asiatic traffic patterns. Getting used to the weight of the bike and reacquainted with the concept of speed also took a few corners, aside from airplanes it’s been months since we’ve been moving faster than 70 or 80 km/hr.

In no time we were outside town lines, cruising little used back roads which eventually led us to a drive up the beach. We stopped for the first of what would be many re-hydrating points over the next few days. Sabah is hot in the summer, around 35-38 degrees Celsius at midday; and while the wind keeps you moderately cool while riding, you’re constantly sweating in all that protective gear. We pulled out of the beach and within a few turns ran into a police roadblock where I was asked for my license. The officer in charge asked me what Class 5 and Class 6 were for in Canada, where I was going, then quietly “How many cc’s and how fast does your bike go?” Motorcycles are a rarity in Borneo. BBA has imported all of their bikes and renting them is illegal. Technically, we were paying for a guided tour, not a bike rental. Aside from one 150cc Yamaha cruiser I never saw another motorcycle on the road.

We then set off for the barren stretches of highway and huge sweeping turns comprising the newly finished Crocker Mountain Range pass. At the top with a cup of tea in hand, the view was a breathtaking vista of untouched first growth jungle, mountains, valleys, and small villages interspersed amongst the vast palm oil plantations. The trip down from the peak of the pass provided endless corners and every kind of turn imaginable. A challenging ride for someone as out of practice as myself, I overshot a tight corner apex a couple times veering dangerously into oncoming traffic… wait, oncoming traffic? Aside from the odd off-road logging truck chugging up the pass in low gear and the occasional family touring the pass in a Daihatsu doing 40km/hr there was no traffic.

To round out our first ride, Terry took us along more highways, back roads, and unmapped routes to see where our wild boar from the previous night came from, how locals harvest the sap from rubber trees, past a few suspension bridges, and across a weir where we posed for posterity. Most of this was almost completely lost on me amongst the never ending deluge of twisty corners. The first 8 hour day alone put nearly every other ride I’ve done to shame. Pulling into the base of the driveway from Hell, we parked the bikes and the support vehicle picked us up for the trek to the top. We returned to Sinurambi to find a tray of drinks and a snack awaiting us before a dip in the pool and another fantastic spread for dinner. Early to bed, I fell asleep with slow motion replays of pavement blurily passing by.

Waking early again, Kelly and I were driven down the driveway to the bikes at the base, washed clean by the rains during the night. We took off climbing the same range we had descended at the end of the previous day. Ascending giving us more control as we could easily roll off the power in the decreasing radius corners and not get caught in the opposite lane. Terry now familiar with my riding style pointed us on our way and give us a head start. Initially in 4th and 3rd gear, we were soon dropping into 2nd and 1st as the corners became faster and tighter as we climbed to higher altitude. Sure enough, Terry caught up with us in short order and set the pace a little higher. Riding with a passenger, it was tough work keeping up with him. Plus we had to stop for the obligatory photo sessions. :)

Terry took us up a gravel ridge where a landslide had previously cleared away the cliff face and road, telling us a story about coming across the road shortly after it had washed out and finding a vehicle still sitting on the road 100m below in the valley, driver and all. Lunch at a local cafe at the peak provided another stunning view with a meal of fried rice with shrimp, soup, and sweet and sour chicken. We then ran more twisty roads till we ended up at the Kundasang War Memorial where the death marches ended. We continued up to the Mount Kinabalu Golf Club where we finally got above the clouds that had been hovering for the past few days. We got our first clear view of Mount Kinabalu, as well as a tour of the first 4 holes of the golf course as we snuck down the golf cart lane on the bikes. We then spent a good hour and a half doing a perfect run from mountain top to bottom, only to be followed by zipping in and out of traffic back home. Day 2′s ride had set the bar even higher. Arriving at the house, we caught up on some emails and then joined in the celebration of David’s 3rd birthday.

On day 3, Kelly went to see the orangutans at Rasa Ria so I had a day of riding solo where I could throw the bike into corners without worrying about her on the back. I promised I’d come back alive and in one piece. Terry on the other hand promised that he was going to take me onto the gravel. We started out doing a little standing on the pegs while navigating some easy tarmac sections, then moved up to some simple gravel bits. Within an hour, my legs were aching because I hadn’t been balancing my weight properly at the start and we’d already moved up to some pretty daunting off road bits. We parked at a waterfall for a while before the actual challenging stuff to give my muscles a break and to re-hydrate, then proceeded up some steep paved bits to end up on a clay and gravel road descent where the balance point tutelage of Terry finally clicked. Buzzing down the road with the back end sliding all over the place and trying to pick the smoothest line around the jutting rocks, I found an appreciation for something other than speed and perfectly apexed corners.

We rode through highway traffic for a while then turning onto a nondescript road, Terry motioned for me to pull up alongside him. “This is where everything you’ve done over the past few days comes together”, he said to me. He points and lets me lead the way. What follows can only be described as the most amazing twisty road I’ve ever encountered. More then 200 turns of every kind of camber and radius imaginable, one following the other with no straightaways in between. Dragging pegs through hairpins, throwing my weight across the bike while rolling the power on through the curve. I’ll be dreaming of that road for years to come and I don’t have enough expletives to properly describe it to you.

The twisty dead-end came next. Riding it semi-cautiously on the way out, just to get a feel for it. Then going balls to the wall on the way back and really pushing my own limits. Having only a vague memory of the next corner, I was definitely jealous of Terry and Bryan being able to frequent these amazing runs. Riding in Borneo gave me a sense of over-confident ability with its lack of traffic, police, speed limits, and rules, but I tried to stay wary and alert. Terry had warned me of the mid-afternoon waning when a rider’s brain gets numbed by the amazing riding and the heat. There were a few too many buffalo in the streets, dogs sunning themselves on the tarmac, blind corners, slow moving cars, and little children running around to be totally carefree. But the sheer freedom of riding in Borneo is incomparable to anything I’ve seen elsewhere. It’s really something special.

Terry had saved the best runs for the last day. “This next section is 60km of insanity,” he quips before sending me off. I tear off down this unimaginably empty road where I hit 170km, then brake into huge sweeping corners at 140km, slowing into 90km inclined hairpins and I just kept trying to ramp more speed into each corner. Motorcycles really are a rarity in Borneo. Locals wave and stare everywhere you go. Whenever we’d stop for a drink or a bite to eat people would crowd around the bikes asking questions and taking pictures. Cars would pull over to make room for us to pass and flash headlights or beep horns as we’d roll by. Not in annoyance or anger as you’d expect in North America, but as if to say “Yah! Go faster!” On our speed run we came across 5 or 6 trucks with tarpulined backs that were the local school buses and the children on the benches would clap, cheer, and wave as we passed. It was almost as if we had attained near celebrity status. It made me want to go faster.

Headed towards home, we hit the traffic in Kota Kinabalu. It was almost a game. We passed everything. We split lanes. We blew by cops, raced pickup trucks, rode on the shoulder. As if everything your mother (and the DMV) ever told you not to do was now totally A-OK. Go play in traffic.

Finally we ended up at the bottom of the driveway from Hell. Terry had been building me up for this all day. He didn’t even stop at the bottom, just rolled on the gas and headed up. I stood up on the pegs and followed. The next 5km had some sketchy moments where I thought I was going to lose the front end, and even a point where Terry had to pull ahead of me and flag me to slow down before we nosed into some particularly sketchy rough spots. But in the end, we made it up to the house, home, alive, bikes and bodies intact, sunburned, sweaty, and riding such an adrenaline high that even now days later I’m still in a state of grinning euphoria.

There were a couple close calls. There are more roads yet unexplored. There will be a day when I go back.

I can only hope that Sabah will still retain most of the magic that made it such a memorable finale to my year in southeast Asia. The hospitality of the people. The amazing scenery and wild expanses of jungle and mountain ranges. The wild west atmosphere of unfettered exploration and lawless self-indulgence in speed. Go, do it now. Before it’s too late.

Read the original article here: Week 49: Borneo Biking Adventures

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Airlines

Domestic air travel in the Philippines is relatively affordable, and of course the quickest way to get around. The ferry from Manila to Puerto Princessa is a grueling 22 hours (if everything runs on time) where as the flight will take you a little over an hour.

Prices between the main carriers are pretty comparable, but it’s best to buy your ticket a few days in advance as schedules and prices tend to change. Also be sure to allow plenty of time between connecting flights as flight delays here are quite common. Philippine Airlines also known as PAL has earned the nickname “Plane Always Late”, although they are not the only ones. We’ve flown Cebu Pacific twice so far and both times there have been delays.

Flight routes also tend to run through the major airports (mainly Manila but sometimes Cebu) and rarely between smaller airports. For example from the Dumaguete airport (where we are) our only option is to fly to Manila, even though we are actually closer to Cebu.

• Philippine Airlines (PAL)
• Cebu Pacific
• Asian Spirit
• Air Philippines
• South East Asian Airlines (SEA Air)

Ferries

In a country made up of 7,107 islands it’s almost impossible not to experience at least one trip on a ferry. Plying the routes between all major cities and most smaller cities and towns, ferries are a convenient and affordable way to experience the Philippines.

The boats range from large multi-deck ferries, that run the longer routes and usually have bunks or cabins for overnight journeys, to smaller and quicker catamaran type boats known as fast ferries, which usually have air-conditioning and a very loud movie playing.

Travel on board usually ranges in comfort level & cost, and boats are almost always full to overflowing, especially during peak holiday season.

This is not a full list of ferries in the Philippines, but covers some of the major operators. For more information, such as destinations and schedules you can check their websites.

• Super Cat
• Weesam Express
• Delta Fast Ferries
• Montenegro Shipping Lines
• Ocean Jet
• WG & A
• Negros Navigation
• Cebu Ferry Corporation
• Cokaliong Shipping
• Sulpico Lines (* disclaimer – this ferry sunk one of it’s vessels this spring resulting in many fatalities)

Also check out http://schedule.ph/ a handy site which lets you search schedules to 40 different locations with around 25 ferry operators. They claim to be up-to-date and so far seem pretty accurate, but schedules in the Philippines are always changing so best to ask locally or check the newspaper as most have schedules of the local operators listed.

Bancas & Pumpboats

Bancas (also known as pumpboats) are the traditional form of water transport in the Philippines and you will see them everywhere. These traditional wooden boats have two wooden or bamboo outriggers and are usually powered by recycled car engines, so they can be quite noisy. They range in size, from larger multi-passenger boats to small single man fishing bancas. In addition to single trips between islands, bancas are used by many dive shops and tour companies for sight seeing and island hoping.

Buses

Dozens of bus companies service the Philippines, and are a good option for long haul trips. Fares are regulated by the government, so prices are cheap and service covers pretty much the entire country.  You can travel all the way from the northern tip of Luzon to the southern tip of Mindanao thanks to “roll-on roll-off” ferries, also known as the RO-RO Highway.

There is no single bus terminal in the Philippines. Each bus company leaves from it’s own terminal, which often times can be on opposite sides of the city. Be sure to arrive early, especially if there is only one bus a day, as buses often leave early when they are full.

V-hire

Rivals to the regular bus, V-hires (vans or minibuses) are popular in many parts of the Philippines. They usually hang around bus depots, ferry terminals and busy tourist spots waiting to take passengers to set destinations. V-hires cost around two or three times that of a jeepney but are air-conditioned and much more comfortable.  Unlike buses, V-hires don’t have a set departure time. They can carry up to nine passengers and usually wait till they are full before setting off.

Many vans can also be hired at a flat rate for the day, and are a great way to check out the local sights in air-conditioned comfort. In more touristy cities, drivers will often have set tours with established prices, but as always feel free to haggle.

Jeepneys

The undisputed “King of the Road” here in the Philippines is the Jeepney.  Adapted from American jeeps that were left over after the second world war, a jeepney is basically a cross between a jeep and a bus. Brightly painted and decorated with chrome, lights, mirrors, and multiple hood ornaments, each jeepney is unique. They kind of remind me of the Electric Mayhem Bus from The Muppet Movie.

Jeepneys are mostly used for shorter trips around town or between neighboring cities. Fares are cheap, ranging from a couple of pesos in town, to 10-20 for longer trips. Each jeepney has a set route that it circles throughout the day, this is usually written on the front window or side of the jeepney.   Jeepneys can be flagged down anywhere, just by standing on the side of the road and waving.

Seating consists of two benches that run the length of the jeepney and when those are full, makeshift stools are placed in the aisle for more seating. When those are full passengers hang off the back and even some times on the roof. When you want to get off simply clink your change on the roof and the driver will pull over to let you out. Though sometimes cramped for the taller western traveler, a jeepney ride is a truely unique filipino experience.

Multi-cabs

Similar to the jeepney, a multi-cab (or easy-ride) is a small truck that has been customized to carry passengers in the back along bench seats. Multi-cabs are smaller than jeepneys and not as garishly decorated, however function pretty much the same. Like jeepneys they run along set routes and you simply flag one down and climb aboard. They usually run similar routes to jeepneys as well but are also found in cities on less busy roads where jeepneys don’t go.

Tricycles

A tricycle or trike, similar to the thai tuk tuk, is basically a Philippine rickshaw. Made up of a small motorbike (125cc) and a metal sidecar bolted together, a trike is very useful for getting around town. Commonly used by locals to carry everything, including the kitchen sink, a trike can comfortably seat 2, maybe 3 western sized people, (although I have seen as many as 9 filipinos at one time).

Like most other taxis when you see one that’s empty simply flag it down and let the driver know where you want to go.  Always negotiate the price before getting in and feel free to haggle.

Habal-Habal

A popular form of transportation in the mountain regions where trikes are rare and the roads are bad, a Habal-Habal is basically a motorcycle taxi. Usually customized with extra shocks and an extended seat, habal-habals commonly carry 4 to 5 people at a time.

Read the original article here: Getting Around in the Philippines

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Adjusting to the custom of the country is challenging, sometimes shocking, and always an amusing part of any travel experience. No matter the preconceived notions of what you’ll encounter, the horror stories, or raving reviews of every place along the way… It’s always different in person.

Upon landing in Cebu, we took a cab to the hotel where we’d booked our first night to recover from the flight. The cab, pulling out of the parking lot, cut off a number of motorcycles and proceeded to drive down the middle of the street ignoring all oncoming traffic except for the jeepneys and 4 ton trucks which held even less regard for others sharing the roadway. It appears that the center line is only a suggestion, at best. I understand why the vehicles are adorned with crosses and passages from the bible. I was praying the entire way…

During our boat ride from Cebu to Tagbilaran we were entertained by a DVD playing the first of many rock ballad concerts. Apparently rock stars don’t die, they just go acoustic. I have no idea what grey haired trio was on the first DVD, but during the trip from Tagbilaran to Dumaguete we were serenaded by the Scorpions. Best though, everyone knew the words but me. Singing along is done here without shame and I am amazed at the sheer number of lyrics the people know from obscure 60′s songs to present day. Karaoke country indeed! There’s even a channel on tv where you can SMS text your song requests.

On Panglao, determined to overcome my initial anxiety of driving in the organized chaos, I reserved a motorbike to tour the island. I soon realized that said ‘motorbike’ was an automatic 125cc scooter with 4 gears. No clutch? I struggled through the operations at first before realizing you just twist the gas and stomp the brake, shifting with a foot pedal whenever you feel like it. While standard fare for the locals, I’m sure Kelly was relieved when I let her off the back after telling her, “Riding hard on the brakes? There was no front brake!”

The following day, I rented a Honda XR200 dirt bike while Kelly went diving. I took to the streets and immediately found myself beeping the horn at every other motorcycle, car, chicken, pig, stray dog, and school kid in warning. Soon after, I was surrounded by a number of motorcycles with 2, 3, and even 4 dudes on the same bike, Riding after me and shouting “Kano, Kano!” Short for Americano (the nationality, not the drink), this seems to be a common sentiment with most of the islanders merely wanting to say hello. After an hour of exploring, I pulled into the only gas station on Panglao and attempted to pay 14 pesos instead of 140 for my fuel… not realizing the extra zero painted onto the end of the gas pump’s rotating digits.

Lastly, the halo halo. Thinking dessert a good idea one evening, I ventured to try a local concoction of ice cream, shaved ice, fresh fruit, condensed milk, tapioca, and some kind of bean? While a little odd, I’m not convinced that this is the standard way to serve halo halo. Regardless… I’ve been sitting in bed for the day, on antibiotics, taking on water, chicken soup, and gatorade in small doses. Me and the halo halo do not get along. Guess you’ve gotta earn your wings?

I’m looking forward to the next moment of “Wow, so far from home!”.

Read the original article here: Two dudes, one bike…

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