This is odd. I have made this a grand declaration of an 8,000 km bike trip. Then I received a message from a friend saying “Hey, I thought you would be cycling on your cycling trip.”  Guilty! I thought so too. This has been niggling at me a bit. What kind of sham outfit is this? Time to come clean as we point south.    … Continue reading The Exodus South 

   Back in 2009 I had the privilege of taking care of my mother who was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I held back my tears during dinner one night when I declared that I would climb Kilimanjaro in her honour. Her years spent in the Polish refugee camp in Tengeru, Tanzania had a splendid view of this magnificent mountain. She barely looked up and said, … Continue reading A Pot of Potatoes

   Sometimes there are stories that manage to snatch your soul and shake hard. The obsession with my Polish mother’s past wasn’t always like this. I didn’t even really understand the events or explanations for the African sculptures perched around our family home. As we embark on this journey I still am not sure I truly understand it, but here is an attempt at trying … Continue reading This bone deep calling to Kotlas, Russia