George the Cyclist

Friends: On occasion I am boggled by my present reality, lost in a euphoric state of wonderment that I am where I am. So it was my two days ...

Friends: I was startled to see the road signs in Mozambique written in Portuguese. It may have been a Portuguese colony, but they still driv...

Friends: After some two weeks at over 5,000 feet in pleasantly cool temperatures, I have returned to heat and humidity as I descended to New...

Friends: "Is he dead?," I heard a woman's voice ask, awakening me from an afternoon nap. I glanced at my watch and was shocked...

Friends: Water is the prime resource of the very poor country of Lesotho. With its high elevation, perched like a giant bubble the size of B...

Friends: An older soften-spoken black man with the air of a sage upon learning that I had bicycled over 1,000 miles from Cape Town asked, ...

Friends: This April will mark the fifteenth anniversary of Nelson Mandela assuming the presidency of South Africa, a little more than four y...