I thought upon returning home there would be a ‘honeymoon’ period when I would be constantly talking about the trip. It is amazing, however, how people enclose themselves in their own worlds. Almost no one really seems interested in hearing about my trip. At best they tell me what they think of the places that I visited despite never having been there themselves. Bolivia, Venezuela, Mexico… you must be crazy. Me, I would go back in a heart beat.

So, for the few people new visitors who may visit this site in the future I will outline the trip as sort of table of contents for the website. Comments will be turned off because spam problems. I have deleted over 10,000 pieces of spam in two years! Finally, I leave you with a poem I happened upon.

I first spent several months trying to get myself and my motorcycle prepared for the trip. This did not go very smoothly. I did eventually leave New York at the end of May 2006.

By the end of June 2006 I was in Inuvik, NWT, Canada for the summer soliciste.

Then I headed down the pacific coast for Mexico.


On my second full day in Mexico I crashed in deep sand and broke my leg and ankle.

The next day I had a titanium rod and screws put into my leg by a very expensive carpenter. I continued the trip after four months of rehabilitation and battling thoughts of abandoning the trip.



January 2007 I explored the great people and delicious food of Mexico.

Finally leaving Mexico, I continued down through Central America– Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica , and Panama.

A short plane ride and I was in Colombia for Semana Santa.


Next was Ecuador a county that has some of everything and within reach.

By the end of August 2007 I crossed into Peru.



Cusco needs special treatment. Beyond Manchu Picchu, the city of Cusco and its surroundings contain endless wonders.

The country I intended to spend the least amount of time turned into an adventure of a lifetime in itself. Riding in Bolivia was the best- period. Dirt roads, desperate poverty translated into great riding and great people. Even better I was riding with my friend Tom who took some great pictures of the ride.

I then crisscrossed Chile and Argentina on my way due south for Tierra del Fuego, the end of the road, before turning around and resting in Buenos Aires.





A long rest in Buenos Aires and it was back on the road for Brazil


A finally, I reached Venezuela, the country that lifted my spirits at the end of my journey.

Ithaka, by C.P. Cavafy

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn’t have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.