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Huaraz, Peru to Ushuaia, Patagonia

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Eileen on Instagram

Girls that shred 🙌 Thanks for sharing the smiles and a few miles with us @ecornelis and @thetouringartist. Almost 2000km across India, Nepal and Australia in Emma’s case!

Beer o’clock at the pub in Ouse. Said like ‘ooze’. Rhymes with ‘booze’.

Our first days on the Tasmanian trail were under the threat of the fires taking hold to the west of our route. The warnings, smoke haze and eerie light had us reassessing our route options each day. It turned out these tragic bushfires would be a constant companion to our tour of Tasmania, sometimes evacuating or cutting off places we’d passed through only days before. . In the last 20 or so years Tasmania has suffered five major bushfire incidents, mainly caused by dry lightning sparking many different fires, and in really remote areas. It’s a terrifying climate trend.

Andy on Instagram

West is best. It’s a comforting statement for a lad from the west coast of an island. The west of Tasmania surpassed expectations. The people were ace, beaches magnificent and campspots sublime. A+ would recommend. Thanks @bikepackingcom for the route inspiration.

Bouncing down steep rocky descents (or goat tracks as the locals seem to call them) on a loaded rigid bike is stupidly good fun. I wouldn’t say no to a dropper though. • Riding with a folks who are stoked to be alive even after bailing off their bikes is a true pleasure. May all attitudes be so infections and enjoyable.

Bronte is a small village more or less smack bang in the middle of Tasmania. There’s a petrol station run by a bloke named Steve. He wears stubbies and a flannel shirt. He sells fried things, fishing goods, fuel and possum fur fingerless gloves. • He’s the kinda fella who’s fish and chips could go either way. We tentatively ordered a few squid rings and a scoop of chips. • He slipped out back and started sharpening a knife while the fryer heated up. • A plate of fries and squid rings returned. Fresh squid rings. Perfectly cooked squid rings. Squid rings coated in the finest panko crumb exported from what I can only assume is a Michelin starred restaurant in Tokyo. Or the box of panko crumb I saw on the shelf. The flavours joyfully bounced around in my mouth as I struggled to retain my saliva and keep my shit together. They were pretty good squid rings. • If you’re in Bronte visit Steve. Visit his squid rings. Although, I don’t really know his name and I’m not sure what he was wearing so perhaps don’t rely on that. • The first week of the Tassie trail has also contained some bike riding, nice trails, camping and moderately good company.

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