Tsara Be

Tsara Be

“Tsara Be” is an expression that I used a lot in Madagascar, and for good reason. Simply, it means “very good”. Six weeks here went by in an instant. I underestimated how comfortable I would get in a place that is so challenging and how difficult it would be to leave....

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You Again, Eh?

You Again, Eh?

July 19 – 21, 2016 Wrapping things up and coming full circle. I have officially reached the end of my bicycle tour of Madagascar, and effectively, Africa.  In less than 1 week, I'll be back in Boulder.  I couldn’t let things end without a little more adventure and...

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When Life Kicks Sand In Your Face

When Life Kicks Sand In Your Face

July 16 – 18, 2016 …go swimming and rinse it off. Feeling the need to escape the buzz of Diego, I cycled up to the quaint beach town of Ramena. It lies 19k to the east on a peninsula jutting out into clear, emerald water. My plan was to follow some “secondary roads”...

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When Life Gives You a High Five

When Life Gives You a High Five

July 14-15, 2016 The “road” was a battlefield, showing the scars from decades of erosion and disrepair. I use the term road loosely. This is Madagascar. More than ever, I was happy to be on a mountain bike. I weaved and zipped by the over-loaded taxi bruesses as they...

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Tip Toeing Through the Tsingy

Tip Toeing Through the Tsingy

July 13, 2016 The word “tsingy” means to “go on tip toes”. It is the name of the unique, razor sharp, moonscape limestone formations located in several places in Madagascar, but to my knowledge, no where else in the world. I cycled an easy 30km from Ambilobe to...

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Losing (Then Finding) My Cool

Losing (Then Finding) My Cool

July 12, 2016 I suffered today. It was supposed to be a mellow, flat, straight, and easy 110km from Ambanja to Ambilobe. It was all those, except the last bit. It was above 90F for the first time since I arrived in Africa. (To be clear, it has been 90F in Africa, but...

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The World Spins By is an intimate journey of loss, curiosity, and love—recounted one pedal stroke at a time along Jerry’s two-year bicycle journey back to himself.