My hands are sweaty and my heart is pumping when another traffic light switches to red and forces me to stop – inbetween an old VW beatle and a rikscha-like transport bicycle. The air around me is filled with car fumes and Mexican heat as I try to steer my touring bicycle loaded with 25 kilograms of gear through the busy traffic of Cancún.

Never before have I been sitting on a fully loaded touring bicycle. What did I think? Full of hope I lift my view towards my experienced travel partner Brad. Somehow we would make it to cycle from Mexico to Argentina!

A new adventure

In January 2018 I jumped right into my next adventure (after hiking the Pacific Crest Trail in 2016) and – without any previous bicycle touring experence – I decided to join my partner Brad for the second half of his cycling trip from Alaska to Argentina.

It took only a few weeks and all the cycling gear was set and a brand-new touring bicycle was bought. The first few weeks of our journey should lead us through the Yucatán peninsula in Mexico. It is supposed to be an easy start for me before we would hit the mountains of Guatemala.

The journey in between

Our jouney is not about getting down to Argentina as fast as we can. It’s more about exploring the world, seeing beautiful places, getting to know different cultures and trying some new food along the way. It’s more about the journey in between. Lots of places are on our list: famous ones such as Macchu Picchu in Peru or the Galapagos Islands in Ecuador but also places that are not so much known like Semuc Champey in the jungle of Guatemala.

On this page I will collect all the blogposts about my adventure – trip reports, gear lists, cycling guides and whatever comes to my mind.

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The traffic light switches to green. With lots of pressure on the pedals I try to convince my heavy touring bicycle to move forward. Nearly I loose my balance but after a few kicks with my rigth leg I can manage. The Mexican drivers pass us with a generous security distance. Some blow their horn to greet us. The sun blinks through the clouds and the palm trees on the medial strip move in the wind. Slowly we accelerate….