Flying South

On November 22, 2003, I left my hometown of Williams Lake, British Columbia, with no more than a desire to get away from the winter cold and see and do as much as possible along the way. For six months I rode through the United States, down the Baja Peninsula, over to mainland Mexico and all the way through Central America. I found a sailboat to take me and my bike around the Darien Gap to Colombia in the middle of hurricane season and wandered in and out of the mighty Andes through South America to Mendoza, Argentina.