True Blue, Beach Weddings and a Smashing Setback
By Emma (WARNING, this blog contains some serious craziness) Ah Australia! Although, as I am home I should really use the correct pronunciation of ‘Straya’. It’s so good to be […]
Tag Archives: Black Mountain Bicycles
The last South American pedals, big boxes and the Return to Oz
By Emma Out of the 15 days we were in Chile, we only rode 3. And not just because Chile is a narrow country with limited road access, but because […]
Grape smugglers, don’t cry for us & the final countdown
By Emma I am not much of a wine connoisseur but in Argentina you can buy a magical bottle of wine called a ‘damajuana’; it is 5 litres, so in my […]
Flat Out, Riding the storms and The Awesome Foursome
I realized the other day that we kinda look a bit like homeless people. All of our clothes brandish their own tales of the distance we have travelled. We don’t […]
Rainy daze, riding high and tandem sized pot holes
By Emma For the last few months Bren and I have been talking about the rainy season in South America. We have had the notion of trying to beat it […]
Ignoring the signs, Goober surprise and a case of flaming shoes
By Emma With my left shirt pocket stuffed with toilet paper and the right one filled with rocks, I feel prepared for the majority of emergencies we face daily. Toilet […]
Totally Tandem 