A Quiet Year, New Book & Remote Controlled Falkor
Ok. So woe, 2020 was a bit of a wash and we’re now midway through 2021. Crikey! I hope you are all holding tight to the ones you love and […]
Tag Archives: Bremma
Getting published, locking down and going solar
Hello all you beautiful people! Here we are in 2020! What a strange place! In mid March we arrived back in Oz to this interesting new world. By crikey! I […]
Love, Rehab and a Cathartic Journey Home
Being back in Oz is overwhelming; awesome, reassuring, confronting, busy, noisy, surprising, loving, inspiring, frustrating, nurturing, restrictive and also freeing. Obviously none of that makes sense at all, but it’s […]
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 […]
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 […]
Off road, gut instincts and aint no stopping us now
By Emma. It’s amazing how quickly 900km of trouble free riding vanishes from the radar when you blow the side wall on a brand new tyre, re-start the spoke breaking […]
Sea to summit, chance encounters and a whole lotta bull
By Emma This excellent news just in – Falkor seems to be back on track! Whoohoo and Phew! We want to shout it out loud, but sceptisim and a little […]
The rocks at the bottom
By Emma I couldn’t feel my hands. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the freezing cold or because of the tandem death grip; one hand on Falkor’s […]
Invisible Volcans, The Curse of The Cobbles and the Opposite of Nude.
By Emma I think I am having a break-down. I keep hearing myself thinking ‘I don’t think I can do this.’ And by ‘this’, I am talking about finishing the […]
Getting high, below zero and a party in the centre of the world.
By Emma With the Southern Cross watching over us, it feels as though we are treading closer to familiar territory. It’s strangely comforting to have these friendly stars blinking at […]
Totally Tandem 