Cycling the Grands Crus Wine Route: France’s Burgundy Red Wine Region

It’s surreal to cycle through the world’s most prestigious, centuries-old region for producing fine,  expensive red wines and not stop for a tasting.  To atone for this, nearly every evening we often had excellent local red wine for low prices every dinner in this corner of France. Enroute Through World’s Cradle, Centuries and Prestige of Red Winemaking…

My European Food Trip Shock: Meat, Poached Eggs, Wine and Pastries

During our latest fall trip to Europe this year, I became much more a carnivore and red wine sipper. I had meat and red wine nearly every dinner for over two weeks.   Oh yes, we didn’t forget the pastries, especially in France and Germany. Normally, I only eat meat 3-4 times per month at home….

Easy-Peasy or Daunting: Getting to Local Art and Attractions by Bike, Foot, Transit

A long while ago, I was  volunteer blogger for Tourism Vancouver’s blog, Inside Vancouver.  My special self-chosen niche, was flogging outdoor Vancouver attractions, reachable by bike, foot or transit. So I zoomed into fabulous outdoor art, parks and scenic vistas.  Metro Vancouver is abundant with an array of  jaw-dropping scenery, galleries and historic sites clustered…

This Traveller Loves to Come Home Too

That’s me –after several weeks abroad and enjoying every day, immersed in a foreign country and language environment,  I love to come home too. To my own bed, quiet at home and diverse choice of food. Not Get Too Lost I’m not exactly your tourist,  clutching tightly onto my pillow from home or I’m peering…

Living Best as City Mouse

Even though Cycle Write blog is peppered with wilderness photos and near poetic odes about Nature, at heart, I live best as a City Mouse.  An urban life person. Sure I’d love to claim that I revel in cabin or at least home living in the unlit forest.  There is an implicit suggestion, that liking…

That Train in My Canadian Cycling Horizon

Every few weeks when I’m cycling, a major train pops up on the horizon with dinging bell, 1 or 2  red locomotive engines, pulling a serpentine string of cargo train loads and tanks.  The train is either the Canadian National Railway or the Canadian Pacific Railway. Like any cyclist, I just hope the frickin’ train is…

Canadian Contrasts or Ignorance: 3 Cities, 3 Solitudes

It’s harder than it appears:  distillating facts and personal musings on the major cities where I’ve lived, worked and cycled so far.  Vancouver, Toronto and Calgary are big and jostle for world stage, as Canada’s world-class city. Several sword points to note: Vancouver in my infographic, refers to  City of Vancouver.  Not 20 other suburban cities around which…

Christmas Lights, Colours- In Nature and by Human Touch

I’m certain we all have cringed at the outright crassness of shopping mall Christmas frippery, trinkets and lights festooning the shops and out along shopping districts. Sure, it taints the real spirit of Christmas –the birth of Christ, the reciprocal giving of good wishes both personal and collective as well as small gifts of caring…

Mountain Leaf and Light Dancing

Art and poetry are mere light and colour shadows, whisper-thin metaphors of Nature.  Here are some paintings and haiku I fashioned. Windswept leaves flung Down mountain, spin freewheelin’ Water cradles home. Translucent layers Fold a mountain range,  Copper-flames burnish gently. Glory gold glitter Rustles stories and dream-light Cast a fairy spell.

Bald Eagle: Fierce Majesty at Attention

The sight of a bald eagle stops anyone dead on their tracks.  It makes you just shiver a tad   –its razor sharp hooked beak, cold jewel eye staring from its snow white head rising from its muscular feathery dark bulk.  The eagle just looks as if it could rip you apart.  And it does  —…

Paint My Heart in Autumn Red-Gold and Orange

So far, there’s only one painting I’ve done, stoked by warm memories of Ontario’s stunning autumn leaf colour.  Swaths of flaming orange, red and gold paint forests, in parks and trees along streets and attract many walkers, cyclists and  car trip drivers.  While Vancouver, BC maps cherry blossom viewing locations every spring,  in autumn, Ontario…

Cycling Fires My Five Senses, Inspiration

While I was blissed out during a wonderful Christmas  baroque music concert, it suddenly dawned on me why I bicycle day after day. Year after year.  The frenzied violinists with half closed eyes in their  Zen trance while teasing music from their strings,  was akin to cycling as a great sensory experience. Cycling –An Easier Sensory Journey Cycling is…

Salmon Art Leaps Into Pacific West Coast Imagination

Salmon is king in Vancouver  –in local cuisine and in art.  After a few days wandering in the city or anywhere along the coast of British Columbia, you are bound to stumble across salmon swishing through water or jumping up in sculpture, murals or mosaics.  Salmon iconography is in Salish coastal Indian art, outdoor contemporary…

Cycling and Searching for Sublime Seafood Chowder

I had my first dreamy seafood chowder, when I was in a bad  mood. It was a clam chowder that placated me, over twenty years ago near the start of my longest ever bike-camping trip over 1,000 km. long  in the Canadian east  coast Maritime provinces.  I was fuming desperately after only cycling 40 km….

Hanging Onto My Broken Mother Tongue

It may be weird, but I don’t even know Chinese words for “please” or “good-bye” .  Yet I dutifully check off Chinese, as my mother tongue on Canada’s census form.  Am I delusional about my own Chinese fluency? Does that mean I come from a rude, brusque family? Meh.  Maybe.  Each family has their own…

Sharing Love, Cycling Passion and Idiosyncrasies

Sometimes he’s here, on  Cycle Write blog.  But so far, if he appears, – he’s silent and gentle.  That’s Jack — my partner in life , in cycling and at times,  even in blogging. Jack has not yet spoken on Cycle Write blog since he’s  far too busy over the years, creating and/or feeding his…

Not a Badass? Then Dear Follower, Tell Us Who You Are

Honest, I’m befuddled that I  have 400+ blog followers.  I only know and hear from 10% of my followers.  So this blog post, isn’t directed to my frequent readers and  commenters. Nor is this post for pedestrian visitors who bump into this blog by using a general Google search, but choose not to follow this blog. There are…

Marriage of Cowboys, Dolls, Bicycles and Chopsticks

It’s culture shock when I return from sushi, salmon and ocean in Vancouver, to yeehaw hijinks of the Calgary Stampede. The Stampede is Canada’s annual and biggest bash on bucking rodeo sports, country western music and cowboy culture. Let’s face it, in the 21st century, there aren’t a lot of true cowboys and cowgirls in Calgary….