In today’s edition: An electrifying way up, the bombers of boogie, and a beautiful beans boon.
This week I’ve been enjoying a great documentary TV series that brings together three of my very favorite things- travel, technology, and motorcycling.
In Long Way Up, Ewan McGregor and his pal Charlie Boorman, ride 13,000 miles from Ushuaia, Argentina to Los Angeles to cap off their trilogy of epic moto adventures. As an added twist to the previous installments, Long Way Round (London to New York via Russia) and Long Way Down (Scotland to Cape Town), in their third round-the-globe trip they out to demonstrate that electric motorcycles running on renewable energy are now ready to accomplish a feat like this too.
Plenty of logistical and technological headaches crop up along the way as they and their team figure out how to navigate adventure travel in a post-petroleum world. They encounter issues with charging in sub-zero temperatures, problem-solve sketchy rural electricity grids, and get themselves stranded in remote areas due to software errors but this is, after all, what pioneering our way into a new world is all about.
Even if you’re not as nerdy as me, the show is also full of stunning vistas from remote parts of South America most of will never see in person, as well as the compelling story of some good folks pushing ahead against the odds.
I’m so grateful to our friend Marco Tobasco and his bandmates in The Boogie Bombers for transporting us right back to Tennessee on Friday night with their blistering set of blues tunes. Sadly, dancing is still not allowed in clubs due to covid protocols but, as Ashlinn can attest, I almost boogied my booty right out of my chair I was grooving so hard.
Happy Waitangi Day! For those of you who don’t know (and I was among your ranks until just this morning) today New Zealanders are celebrating the founding of their nation in 1840. I learned this from Damian Burgess, the delightful kiwi proprietor of Drop Coffee, a little third-wave coffee food truck Ashlinn and I came across during our walk along the Dora River.
This was a very happy discovery because we’ve been searching for a reliable source of affordable, high-quality whole beans for months now to no avail. People sometimes ask us what we miss most from the States and are totally puzzled when we say, “French press coffee!” “But you live in the land of espresso and cappuccinos on every corner.”
Very true but, for us, knocking back a quick hit standing at the local bar is no substitute for leisurely savoring a tall cup o’ joe and tasting the flavors transform as it cools. Our mugs are blissfully full of a beautifully-balanced Ethiopian Yirgacheffe brew as I type these words. Yay indeed.