George the Cyclist

After a month of wallowing in the litter of West Africa, I have become so accustomed to it that it is no longer an affront to my senses.  Ra...

Among the wealth of advice that Reinhardt, the German who has been driving cars to Africa to sell for years, gave me was to acquire my visa ...

After ten days and over 800 miles of unrelenting cycling since Bamako, pushing it day by day to meet various deadlines—to reach a town with ...

The frozen bags of fruit juice were my salvation as I pedalled 250 miles across The Gambia on an undulating, twisty road in oppressive 90-de...

I'm back to buying water in bottles, as The Gambia doesn't have those bargain half-liter bags that were so common in Senegal and Mal...

If I were of a different mindset I would have been thrilled to learn there were several deluxe air-conditioned direct buses from Bamako to D...

For the first time in the three weeks of these travels my stomach rebelled against something I had eaten.  I was half-way through my dinner ...