The “Plan”

The “plan”. Ha. My philosophy has always been “If you don’t have a plan, it can’t fall apart.” But even my free spirit knows an adventure of this sort needs to have some sort of guideline to be successful. To be successful, B and I have divided the planning duties in to two parts: routes and budgeting for me; cycling needs and training for B.

Right now, our living expenses run about 1000/mo for just rent and groceries. I believe traveling should not cost more than normal life, so that’s what we’re aiming for. Plus bikes, gear, flights, and an emergency fund, I’m aiming to have  15,000 put away over the next 10 months.

Monthly travel budget: 1,000

Bikes and gear: 2,500  (the bikes themselves will come partially from personal savings)

Flights: 800 – should be able to pay for at least one with travel points.

Buffer: 800-1000


We don’t want to come home empty handed, so I have set up a long term self-directed investing account with a 10,000 nest egg to cover living expenses for some time when (if!) we come back “home”.

If you follow our social media pages and Pinterest, you will see our decision making process as we weigh the pros and cons of Bikepacking vs. Touring, Mountain bikes or Road, cycling vs. train, and all the other fun little choices we get to make on this adventure.  Each month I will post about our planned route, update you on our savings plan and purchases, and leak a little info about who we are and where we’re from!

Thanks for joining us in this adventure to somewhere,



The Dream


If you knew me in 2009-2015 and asked the question that everyone asks a university student “what will you do when you graduate?” my answer was always one word. “Leave”. I’ve always wanted to go places, get out, adventure, just…go. If you asked for more detail I would have said “I’ve always wanted to bike Europe, I’ll probably go in January”.  In my head this would have been January 2016, 8 months after I finished my Bachelor’s degree and ready to rule the world at 23 years old.

Oh dreams, its strange how convinced you can be of something but as the deadline draws closer you look at your friends, your job, your cozy apartment, and think “but I like it here.” These are things I never thought I would find such contentedness in, and yet I did. And so the months passed and I worked, I danced, I attended events, enjoyed festivals and music and people and food. I made dear friends, and I realized that I loved my life, and that maybe it was ok for me to stay put for awhile. I found a job in my field of study that is fulfilling and stuffed with people dear to my heart.  I met a boy, I spent a month wandering the UK and Ireland by myself, and I biked all the time – year round, and I was happy.

And yet… its still there. That urge to get out, go, move, conquer. I’ve sat “still” for  a mere 1.5 years and I feel as though I’m suffocating. Time to stretch my legs and see if I’m truly capable of all the things I think I am.