Cycle

Root of my Roots

When you kick off your shoes and put on some pedals, you will find that anything is in fact possible!  You may have an old rickety bike. You may camp alone in soggy fields. You may spend far too much time hanging out with sheep. But eventually you will arrive. Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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Go ADVENTURE now!

Definition of adventure 1a :  an undertaking usually involving danger and unknown risksa book recounting his many bold adventuresb :  the encountering of risksthe spirit of adventure 2:  an exciting or remarkable experiencean adventure in exotic dining They were looking for adventure. 3:  an enterprise involving financial riskwanted to pay off her debts before embarking on any new financial adventures Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Cycle

The Final Leg

Fully loaded with bananas, well rested, and psyched for what lay ahead; I left Townsville and set off on the final leg. As always, the road was paved with awesome people and heaps of encouragers. I was so enjoying the ride that by the time I reached Innesfail (a mere Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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The Road to Townsville

It was hard work dragging myself out of the serenity of Agnes Water and 1770, but new adventures lay ahead! In Rockhampton I finally returned to the tropics which made me so happy that I even closed my eyes for the celebratory picture. Sadly the tropics also came with a Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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BearFoot Cycling – The Inception

You know how sometimes everything just aligns…  You need exercise…  You need warmer weather…  You need purpose…  You need less shoes in your life… You need a new challenge…  …And then BAMM!!!!!  Just like that you’re barefoot cycling 2700+ km with your ginormous teddy up the East Coast of Australia Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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“Impossible!!”

SOoooooO I’ve done it… I’ve cycled to the border! My calves are bigger than ever, Teddy is dirtier than ever, I feel gypsier than ever,  but after those early days in Vietnam where I swore daily I’d be throwing my bike away, I can’t believe I survived this far! My Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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Willfully Delayed

I was dreading the return to the bike. More butt aching agony, and hopeless hills and I’d be back in the middle of nowhere where I’d be hanging out with snakes and rodents and smiley people with whom there’d be no understanding apart from hand actionings and happiness – every Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago