Hells Angels Uncut

Hells Angels Uncut

As we all know the lure of the Alaskan wilderness has been around for a while. What got me started was way back watching an adolescent Ethan Hawk being chased by a grizzly in jaw-dropping WHITEFANG roughly 27 times. But than picking up a dozen years later my very...
Dear Pan American Highway

Dear Pan American Highway

Dear Pan American Highway, I vaguely remember doing my first bike ride. What I do remember is the build up to that very day. I was anxious over the outcome to quite an extent. As if being stuck in a remake of „Groundhog Day“ my mind kept looping a dream of...
Canada je t’aime

Canada je t’aime

They say you have to take the bull by the horns. Along with half a dozen Mesquitos, a couple of chickens and my trusted cyclocross I am squeezed into a pipante, the one and only mean of transport to navigate the backwaters of the Mosquitia. Set to finally...
Being John in Moab

Being John in Moab

In a time of copy and paste it is so important to create something new and nurture our own individual strength rather than look to others and try to imitate them. Because in the end what we tell is who we are. And that was exactly what I thought to myself on my fourth...
My Mexican wedding

My Mexican wedding

Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala, San Salvador– todo lo mismo chorizo someone insisted while being out on a lengthy ride. Which translates to same sausage. After riding for months across Central America and pretty much chewing my way to the...
The long road to Puravida

The long road to Puravida

After crossing over from Colombia, a sigh of relief came off my lips: „It’s done!„. Almost like a mantra I had kept repeating the word C-a-r-t-a-g-e-n-a  to motivate myself. Sometimes simultaneously gritting my teeth or even calling the word out...