No Fixed Abode

It was pouring rain when we drove across the international bridge that connects Huaquillas in Ecuador to Aguas Verdes, Peru. At 8 AM we...

At 4:40 AM the Ipiales border was so dark and quiet our exit from Colombia felt almost as clandestine as our entry had 6 months earlier....

The little town of Camarones was our last stop on the Caribbean. In the Los Flamencos Sanctuary we rented a room in a place that was more...

We left Mompox early for the drive to Cartagena but found a surprise ferry crossing on the way. Long, narrow wooden boats were carrying...

We arrived in the colonial town of Villa de Leyva on a Sunday which was a good day for leaving the city but bad here because it was full...

Reuniting with Pferdi after the beach, I noticed one of the bars connecting my sidecar to the bike was no longer connecting my sidecar to...

There are entrances that make a statement and there are entrances so common they pass unnoticed. And then there’s sneaking in the back...

"There is a road to the left from Llanos which leads through the San Blas jungle. At the entrance to their territory there’s a checkpoint...

At the Sixaola border crossing, we paid our exit taxes in a funny little shop reached by a small bridge. A bit further on, we and the...

We met our first sidecar checking out of Nicaragua, a German couple on a yellow BMW. We were very excited. Toshi and I queued-up for...

We were a bit concerned about the political situation in Nicaragua but we had friends who knew a family in Matagalpa and put us in touch....

Big bad Honduras. It was hard not to think of all the negative publicity surrounding that country. It was the birthplace of the migrant...

We left Antigua early and after hitting fog in Guatemala City we said goodbye to Danilo. After that it was an easy ride to El Salvador....

It took over an hour to check the bike out of Mexican customs. There was only one window and a problem case in front of us. We were...

Back on the road with two new wheels we stopped in Tehuacan. Nestled in a valley and surrounded by hundreds of spindly cacti, we visited...

There are two things I don’t care for being back on the road. The first is eating out every day, and wondering will the hotel have coffee...

It was a hot, crowded Sunday our first day back in Merida. The goal was to find a house, settle down for a few months and pretend to be...

We had to leave Mexico. Our tourist cards expired on July 16th so we decided to go to Belize. After living in shorts and bare feet it was...

Winston Miera was born on the same day as his English namesake. He had the bald head and spoke English but the similarity ended there....

Coming over the mountain into Tehuacan, Fran realized there was oil all over his shoe. Inspection on the shoulder revealed a damaged...