I just got a letter from Salva Rodriguez, who was the one that inspired me to go on my bicycle trip from Manila to Bangkok and he is now on his way from Alaska to the southern tip of South America. On his now arround 5 years trip, he has now driven close to 100.000 km. If you like adventure, then read about his trip:
Dear friend
I am in Montana, US, right now. In the house of my friends Bonnie and Tim, who I met in Kyrgyzstan 3 years ago. To meet again friends from the journey is something great. I feel them like my brothers. The ride in NorthAmerica is so far, easier than expected. Scenery is great, people is friendly and laid-back, and days are trouble-free, but some mechanical issues. Food… well, this is where McDonald rules!
I let you know about last 3 months of the journey.
I flu to Anchorage from Tokyo and I had a great welcome from my friend Dave. He took me to Denali NP and I could enjoy 4 sunny days, including a perfect view of McKinley mountain, which is pretty rare to happen.
Dave advised me to not expect this weather in Alaska forever, and yes, he was right. Not until Calgary when I enjoyed again 4 sunny days in a row. I would say that in Alaska and Canada the weather is shitty, but better to say: it rains very often.
Well, my friend, do you know about sincronicity law? This is when things happen in the right moment… Sometimes I think I am blessed by a star. In Anchorage, I met Fred, a cheerful AirAlaska pilot, and he asked me ‘do you want to cycle down to Argentina from the very north?’ ‘YES’. And he gave me a pass to fly to where the Artic is: Deadhorse/Prudhoe Bay.
And this is how the world makes me go around. If it is not because of the good people I met everywhere I go, honestly, a poor gypsy on a cheap bicycle could not make it. Thanks!
So, I was there, the 2nd of June, right in the very north, willing to start the Big Downhill to Argentina. Obviously, in the Artic coast there are not coconut palms to welcome cyclists, and what I got once I left the airport was -3 degrees and a bloody wind that cracked the penguins skin.
First 3 days in the tundra were great and rough. Scenery is unique, difficult to see in the world, and still lots of ice on the barren land of the tundra. Sometimes the wind pushed me off the road, and there was not relief but at ‘night’ (the sun is up 24 hours there), when I tried to sleep some hours in a tent shaken by the wind. Anyway, after the Brook range, I reached the taiga and weather was better. Small trees start here too, and they are becoming taller and taller all the way south. Yet, there are not villages for more than 800 k.
This road, the Dalton HW, leads eventually to Fairbanks: 830 k with only 2 cafe-restaurants. It is a stony, or muddy, or gravel road, so you can guess that it is a real adventure road. Well, it is not. The reality is, although you have to be self-contained with the food, the camping and the equipment problems, you share the road with the oil company trucks, the goods transport trucks, few motorbikers and some intrepid motorhomes. I mean, the famous Dalton HW is rough and it is a personal challenge, but in case of need, you are never alone. I found myself cycling covered in mud (like in Africa!), climbing one steep hill more, and speechless to see how a clean tourist inside his pick-up was taking a picture of me. He did not say ‘hello’ even…
Anyway, the road is demanding and I arrived in Fairbanks exhausted. My friends Janet and Robert took great care of me and I rested enough. But I noticed that the way to Calgary was pretty much the same: long distances between towns, 800-1200 k (which means supermarkets, for me), and an impressive wilderness… again shared with motorhomes and scattered expensive campsites.
It is a weird feeling for me. I went through great sceneries, lot of mountains, glaciers, lakes, wildlife, and I camped on my own. I had to carry food in my panniers for up to 12 days, be aware of bears when cooking and camping, and all this happened among hundreds of motorhomes which carry the same comfort that they have at home. I felt like Robinson Crusoe living in the corner of Hawaii islands. Really weird. But this is not Central Asia and it is what they call ‘adventure and remoteness’ in the First World.
Anyway, the journey is great there. In Yukon the scenery was really stunning, wide valleys and snowed mountains, lots of ice in the rivers, and great spots to camp. It is an huge and empty territory, plus the midnight sun, which makes even more weird the atmosphere.
Soon, I got used to cross with a motorhome every 20 minutes or meet them in a point of view, but also it is true that after 6 p.m., if there was a noise, I knew it was a moose or a bear rather than a tourist.
Bears did not bother me. Really. I think that many northamerican people overrate the issue. Sometimes I feel that they want to believe they are in danger, they are adventurous. Hunters and rangers, rather than tourists, have a different outlook and they minimized the danger. ‘Just do not be stupid’, they said to me.
I saw more than 30 bears on the road along the way and I camped alone, and never a single problem. The bears are busy eating for the winter and when they saw me, they stood on two legs, realized I was a human, and kept eating without paying attention to me. I could take pictures of them often. Of course, when camping I put my food far from my tent, but I did not carry any bear-spray (40$! good business!), neither I think it is a good idea.
So, I see bears in the same way that wildlife in Africa. They do not want to mess with us and most of the problems are caused by a wrong human behave and fear. But local people seems always to enjoy talking about non-existent dangers, it does not matter if they are bears or terrorists or just a neighbor with a different color of skin. This does not help to make a better world, neither to encourage the people to enjoy the world. It just brings unfair fear.
So, I crossed to British Columbia, which is less wild than Alaska and Yukon, but more spectacular. Lakes are stunning emerald color, forested, with lots of glaciers, and some of these glaciers are really close to the road. Of course, it is more touristic because it is closer to very developed south Canada.
But in BC I had the most quiet road though, the Cassiar HW. A small road with almost no services for about 900 k. Full of thick forest and silence, really beautiful, with lots of animals.
After, I joined a main road, N-16, and further the Icefields NP, so the road became pretty busy. Anyway, the road have a good reputation and I would say it is the most spectacular all the way from Alaska, full of emerald lakes and glaciers. Also, lots of tourism.
But, the NP is pretty long, almost 300 k, and although it is a public road, they have a toll gate with the ‘NP reason’. Bicycles pay too. So, I have to pay one day fee and then, camp hidden during 6 days. You cannot be a good boy in rich countries!
Well, I reached Calgary and I met my friends Mike and Ruby (www.unusvita.com), and this was a big thing. They have traveled by motorbike almost the whole world, and I met them first time in Nairobi, 4 years ago. But I missed them in Ulanbaator, Mongolia, for one day! So, we were very happy to meet, and they really treated me. They are great people.
About the budget for a cyclist here. Well, it is not that bad. If you stick yourself to self-catering, a food shopping of 70$ will last 8-10 days in Canada, and 10-12 in the US (cheaper). But you must buy only in big supermarkets because grocery stores in small villages are expensive. So, I got used to carry tons of food with me. I am dreaming of Mexico standards….
Anyway, even if it is possible, it is a bit stoic here because you cannot stop for a rest in a cafeshop anywhere. There is nothing to drink/eat below 1’5-2$. Even the coffee! And I swear that this stuff they call coffee should be free, or even get paid for drinking it!
But libraries are a good place to stop and get a shelter from the rain, or just a rest. They have picnic tables and free internet. Also parks and visitor centers are good.
Accommodation is out of mind. Even the ‘state campgrounds’ cost from 10$ to 16$. For a spot that is surrounded by motorhomes and with no showers!
Much better to camp wild, and I promise you that you get a most beautiful spot, silence, and no shower either.
But for cyclists, here there is again another wonder of rich countries: warmshowers people. Warmshowers.org is an hospitality club for cyclists, and thanks to them I had not only a warm shower from time to time, but a delicious food and the chance to meet nice local people, and have a great chat. So, I do thank to all the kind hosts that I met on the way, and now they are my friends. Thanks very much.
Well, from here I will go south, to Colorado and Utah. After that, maybe California, or maybe I will go south to Mexico. I have some friends in the US, so please, if you live around and you want to meet or join me for a while, just do it!
Within next weeks I will cross a good number of kilometers: 100.000! I am almost 99.000 right now.
Last thing I want to tell you is that some things have changed in my life too. Many of you knew that I was about to stop my journey for a woman. Well, she came to visit me in Canada and we had 3 nice weeks together hiking in the Rockies, but we both realized that neither she is going to join me, neither I am going to come back to a normal life. And to be honest with yourself is an important thing.
This has made me meditate about how difficult can be for me to start a normal life back in Spain or wherever, so I took a decision: to try to make sustainable my journey, and keep living on the road. At least, until I get mad for any colombian girl!…
Seriously, things have changed. I am going to publish a book about Africa, hopefully before Xmas.
And I have worked on my website (www.unviajedecuento.weebly.com) and made it easier to surf, country by country. I will upload pictures and some updates and keep it improving, slowly slowly, during those bad raining days. Now, you can see all the pics until Calgary. But it is still in spanish. So, I will see if I can make some small money with my journey. Let’s see.
Well, my friends, hope everything is well with you. I will email again from LatinAmerica.
Best,
Salva