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Bicyclandes: October 2008
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One morning, the blinding glare of the glaciated peaks spoke to us in tantalizing tongues, beckoning us to place where its whispers might be heard. The Bakers, a family with altruistic intentions of spreading love osmotically, proposed a potato planting outing that would unsuspectingly include a game of Lightning Tag. Had we known, we may not have signed up. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. The Lone Road, Peru. Sedation. Cattle, on the other hand, are as empty as their eyes appear. The following day presente...
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Bicyclandes: Plowed, Argentina
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When the snowplow broke down, so did I. Its vice was a fallen tree. Soon, the survivalist in me kicked in. Laughing wasn´t going to build a roof over. My head, and camping was out of the question, given the compounded cold induced by the treacherous pattern of a hovering phase change. But with nothing open in the off-season, where was I supposed to find shelter in the middle of a national park? Fresh footsteps leading through a gate left slightly ajar was my ticket. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. 353 Bueno...
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Bicyclandes: August 2008
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Key pieces of gear have been left along the route in a Hansel-. Immediately upon entering, soon to be overpowered by the fumes emitted by our stench-incubating sleeping bags. If the weather outside requires our shoes to be inside, mine serve as the topnote to this active concoction. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. On the map, the Panamericana wiggles its way south in a uniform orange line that show. A similarly odd relationship occurs when getting progressively rural, one. Pockets, they cower like kittens.
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Bicyclandes: Aquatic Bodies, Argentina
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Aquatic Bodies, Argentina. Airbound aggregate that normally limited visibility in the early. Still liquid, the lakes hovered on the brink of freezing. These aquatic bodies glowed cerulean in the acutely angular light - sparkling irises of pristine composition backdropped by brilliant white summits and. Vibrant fall foliage. In between the imperceptible gusts that softly rustled the canopy, the scene became doubly magnificent in the undisturbed surfaces. Strength, despite the cold. Expressions of awe ...
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Bicyclandes: December 2008
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Faint whispers of Inca processions still ooze from between the minute creases that lock the stone. Despite it´s brutish past, Cuzco now manages it´s many facets responsibly and beautifully, creating a quaint community of diversity. While contemplating it, as always, through reckless delineation in. Each street outdoes the last by contorting perspective into a bent reality where geometry is crumpled into a far more intricate complexity. The labyrinth of slotted streets winds incomprehensibly through a...
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Bicyclandes: May 2009
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When the snowplow broke down, so did I. Its vice was a fallen tree. Soon, the survivalist in me kicked in. Laughing wasn´t going to build a roof over. My head, and camping was out of the question, given the compounded cold induced by the treacherous pattern of a hovering phase change. But with nothing open in the off-season, where was I supposed to find shelter in the middle of a national park? Fresh footsteps leading through a gate left slightly ajar was my ticket. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Morning w...
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Bicyclandes: June 2009
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Open palms lurched beyond the dashes of slowly passing cars,. Rarely did interactions last longer than the moments experienced in. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Carreterra Austral, Chile. Huasos, buried under furry chaps, fuzzy jackets, and funny berets, trot. Chimneys, slightly cocked on rusty. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 362 Rapid City, South Dakota: 12463. 361 Miami, Florida: 12463 km. 360 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 359 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 330 Buenos Aires,...
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Bicyclandes: 26 September 2009
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Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Brent, its Kelly! Im sending Christmas cards out- whats your mailing address? 3 E-mail me: kellytay@nus.edu.sg. November 29, 2009 at 7:20 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 362 Rapid City, South Dakota: 12463. 361 Miami, Florida: 12463 km. 360 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 359 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 358 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 357 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 356 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 355 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 317 Buenos Aires, A...
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Bicyclandes: Pucón, Chile
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Upon reentering the Andes from the smog-clogged valley, white,. Pull came from an encounter years ago on the opposite side of the. Respite came in plentiful portions, served up with heaping garnishes of love. Breakfast huddled around a stovetop toaster, percolated coffee,. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 362 Rapid City, South Dakota: 12463. 361 Miami, Florida: 12463 km. 360 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 359 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12463. 335 Buenos Aires, Argentina: 12...
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Bicyclandes: April 2009
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Freeway camping, as a matter of fact, is exactly as miserable as it sounds. Speaking of sounds,. Posted by Brent Sturlaugson. Fruit salad filled the ditches after an overloaded produce truck smashed into an overpass at screaming velocity, sending vitaminal schrapnel hurling through the air like a SaladShooter from Tool Time. Fresh piles of purée lined the roadside, tempting my waning health with pre-chewed provisions that smelled like the Sun-Maid Lady. Vegetarian roadkill, for a change. Of a tumultuous ...
