Sedentary Secluded Cyclists

secluded cyclists

It’s been a few months since we arrived at the end of our culture quest and we have to admit that we don’t miss the road much at all.  We’re having a good time writing about and in a way re-living the adventure that was a decade of discovery.  We’re tucked away in the Canadian wilderness with the snow, trees, moose and beavers.  We feel like a couple of bears hibernating in our den for the winter.  The cold, crisp air is perfect for clearing the head and as a result we are around a third of the way through the first copy of the book.

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Together by the Stove

Mighty Columbia

 

Pinhead sized raindrops fall in numbers, attempting to imitate fog

Green needled giants with red bark stand at attention and point at the sky

The odd deciduous turns yellow as though in fear of the impending cold

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Addressing Ourselves

us at Choquequirao

Dear Peter and Shahla,

                You are about to embark on a journey of discovery and we were hoping you’d receive this letter before you depart.

                At the moment your eyes are only open a sliver but they will begin to open more as your journey unfolds.  At first the new light will seem strange but as your eyes adjust, your perspective will broaden.  There are more colours in the world than you’d ever imagined and for every colour you will discover a thousand shades.  These are the shades of humanity.  They will shine brightly at times and dim into darkness at others.  But don’t be afraid; you only fill the darkness with what’s inside of you.  Empty yourselves and stumble forward into the darkness.

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Reminiscing Riders

70 Mexico

As you have read in previous posts, we’ve had many special encounters riding our bicycles throughout the world.  We’ve also had a lot of fun writing about them for you.  The stories we write are an attempt to broaden our writing skills while seeking out the style that will evolve into our own.  For this entry we’ve decided to write in the style used by the ancient Greek philosopher, Plato.  It is a dialogue between the culturequest team (Peter and Shahla – us).  It takes place shortly after crossing into the USA from Mexico.

 

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Travelling In Seven Directions

The Equator

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Act I

Scene I

On one side of the stage (separate from the main stage and main curtain) two stationary bicycles are set up. Peter and Shahla are pedalling facing the audience. Meanwhile someone walks on stage with a sign saying SOUTH. The curtain closes on the corner and the main curtain opens.

 

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Llama

Hmph, look at those horses shivering in the morning chill.  Fancy being up at four thousand metres above sea level and not having a coat to wear, thought Luisa the Llama.  Good thing I’ve got this thick coat of wool on.

 It’s nearly light out and the humans will be here soon so I’d better get up and stretch my legs to get ready for the day’s walk.  Look at all these slackers still lying down.

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Toucan

Taco the toucan took his tail off his head and opened his sleepy eyes to reveal a beautiful, blue, sunlit morning sky over the Bolivian Pantanal.  Next to him lay his wife, Salsa, still asleep and looking quite serene in the tree hollow that serves as their humble home.  Taco’s stomach was grumbling and he didn’t want to eat without Salsa so he decided to wake her up with a little noise.

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Giant Anteater

It was a beautiful morning in the state of Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil and especially so for Anita the Giant Anteata.  She was just waking up on the day after her cub had headed off on its own.  Now she only had to fend for herself and would be able to take more time off during the day to do fun stuff.  But first, breakfast.

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Monk Parakeet

“Lorito!  It’s time to feed your baby sister,” squawked Lora, Lorito’s mother.

“I can feed myself now mom.  I’m not a baby anymore.” asserted Lorita, Lorito’s sister.

“Awesome, if Lorita can feed herself now, then I can make my journey to the great city,” reckoned Lorito.

Lorito had been waiting for some time now for his chance to venture out of the small duplex he’d grown up in and explore the parrot world.  The most fascinating stories he’d heard were of the great parrot city.  This city was home to hundreds of parrots all living together in a giant nest of apartments enveloping almost an entire eucalyptus tree.  This city was however out of his feeding boundary and still only an image of splendour within his mind.

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Armadillo

“Ahh, I’m hungry.  It must be time to get up.  Yep, I can see light at the end of my burrow.”

It’s early morning in central Uruguay and it seems to have the makings of a fine autumn day.  The sun is beginning to break the chill of the night and the early birds have already feasted upon their worms.  The countryside is reminiscent of a yin-yang with the eastern sunlit slopes contrasting the shadows of the west.  Shades of green and beige are intertwined in forest and field stretching as far as the eye can see.  Well, the human eye that is.  As far as our hero can see, would not be nearly as far due to the fact that his head lies only about five centimetres from the ground and his eyesight is so bad that he’s thinking about getting glasses.

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