There's this lovely little island in the far north that Lauren and I biked around last summer, that we enjoyed tremendously, and that I was too preoccupied to actually write about while traveling. Nearly six months have elapsed since we returned, and I've sensed those memories beginning to erode. I want to capture what's left of them before they wash out to sea like the bits and pieces of an Icelandic glacier—seemingly frozen, yet shrinking slowly if you know just where to look. Much is already gone, so instead of a full report, consider this a series of disconnected, illustrated vignettes from our time on the road.
Before starting this site, I wrote on and off elsewhere about my various travels. Most of it's pretty useless and doesn't really belong here, but my bike trip through Morocco in February 2016 felt pretty relevant, so here it is in it's unabridged entirety: a rambling travelogue of a month spent solo cycling in northern Africa.