Swag Family

Swag Family

We’re coming out of retirement in 2024 with a new adventure.

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Photos from Swag Family's post 18/06/2024

We’re not sure you’ll remember today in 10 years time, but we do hope cycling around the world makes an impression on who you become.

Yesterday we were surrounded in kindness and love by the people we met in Tanta as we rode out of the plaza. The restaurant owner gave us jelly cups, the man from the shop shook our hands and a lady gave you a pair of Mickey Mouse track pants. You were squeezed, pinched and photographed. The children picked you up and hugged you, and the hotel manager waved us back to take a bottle of orange cordial.

Today we celebrated your 2nd birthday camped amongst the limestone boulders next to a disappearing river. You woke bright and cheery in your little green sleeping bag, down jacket and new hand knitted woollen socks. We met Joselin and her mother Elena the day prior when I asked where we could find such socks. Joselin walked us around town visiting shops until we found the perfect pair.

‘Happy Birthday’, your dad said as we all fitted into the one tent. From the pannier Hope pulled out a brightly colour blanket. Your eyes lit up with excitement. You recognised it from the day before when the women in the shop tucked you up in it and slung you over their shoulders. Next came a baby doll. ‘Baby!’ You screamed.

After a bowl of porridge and mango yoghurt (your favourite) we spent the morning giggling, playing pass the parcel, freeze dance, charades and hide and seek then ate cake. It was messy but it didn’t matter because we were all outside in the dust and dried grass. Later we packed up the bikes and rode down the road. We tried to herd some cows at lunch, but got in the way and caused a poor farmer more work. Later, on a narrow road we waited half an hour for another herd to pass.

You may not remember, but what we hope is that we have surrounded you in love, opened your eyes up to the world around you, given you an understanding that you can find fun and wonder anywhere, that you are capable of more than you think, and that at their core humans are kind, beautiful and generous, Happy Birthday Jeannie Bean xx

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Photos from Swag Family's post 15/06/2024

On the map the night before we marked our tent site Camp Exhaustion. At 4440m, wedged between the roadside stream and a steep moraine, it was less than 300m to the top of the pass, Abra Suijo. The scrape of gravel barely fitted the tents but we slept well with the occasional motorbike or ute honking past in the night.
In the morning the top of my sleeping bag was flecked with condensation and the tents had frosted up. We’d left the water filtration system out and it had frozen pipes.
On the road it was cool and clear. The road kept rising steadily. Just 4km to the top of the pass. We could ride slowly up sections but often it was too much and we pushed the bikes slowly. Hope and Wilfy had to walk the whole way. Upon reaching a hanging glacial lake we could finally see the remaining kilometer snaking up to barren grassy pass above. Hope began to fade quickly just as she had the previous day. She was drained of energy and would slump down at every pause, which were frequent. She wouldn’t accept a lolly but battled on gamely. At the pass our jubilation was tempered by a bitterly strong wind and Jeannie finally waking up. We couldn’t linger long and began the descent. The change was immediate. Rugged up on the back of the bike the kids came back to life. We whistled down past stone-walled camps and our first proper alpaca herd. The temperature warmed and the wind settled in time for a late lunch. For a moment we contemplated stopping for another wild camp before reaching Tanta. With our supplies depleted to the point of oats for lunch we eventually decided it would be Tanta or bust. At the plaza we found a fellow bike traveler. Dane, from Idaho in the US, who is continuing down the way we have come up. We exchanged stories in the easy way that adventurers can when they connect far from home. Crossing that pass marks a serious achievement for our journey. It has been sitting menacingly on the planning map since before we left Tasmania. The coastline at Lurin to the pass at Abra Suijo is 194km and 4706m. Most of it has been uphill, some of it has been by bus or van. We likened it to our Everest. We made it.

Sun Brims Australia Sea to Summit ORTLIEB Outdoor Equipment Topeak

Photos from Swag Family's post 13/06/2024

‘You get to choose. How you feel and how you react’.

The kids have stalled with their morning pack up and frustrations are rising from us and them. In protest, Hope sits quietly pulling seeds out of her socks and Wilfy is poking the fire. ‘The worst thing could be happening around you, perhaps some one teasing you at school, but you get to choose how this affects you and what you do’, Andrew continues. His little pep talk could easily be aimed at me considering my evening storm that has now passed and I’ve apologised for. Our days can be tough, our mornings challenging and our evenings hard. But this is family life on the road or off the road.

We sit with Andrew’s words as calmness comes over camp. Soon enough the bikes are packed up and we’re back on the steep gravel switch backs. ‘Hope, push’, is all I can muster as the gradient is quickly increasing with each rotation of the pedal. Immediately I feel the bike steady and continue forward. She is there, strong and integral. Later that day we roll into camp, it’s been a hard afternoon. After much protesting on the back of the bike Jeannie has finally fallen asleep after a standing in situ feed and I have a splitting headache. We had pushed on to make the most of this travel time. Just after the turn off to Tanta we pull up stumps, the land is flat and the river close. Hope and Wilfy help grab the panniers as we wheel the bikes down a bumpy goat track. They then race to help scout out the flattest location. ‘Here’, Andrew calls from behind a large boulder. ‘Definitely here!’, Wilfy adds. Jeannie wakes and the afternoon setup begins. Bits and pieces come out of bags and head to either tent. ‘Jeannie can you take Wilfy his Kindle?’, I ask unsure if this request is likely to be filled. ‘Yes’, she says reaching her small hand up to take it from mine. She wanders over to the other tent calling, ‘Wilfy, Kindle’.
At camp that night Wilfy wanders down to me at the stream. He is beaming. ’Guess what Mum’, ‘what?’, I reply wiping off the freezing water from my legs. ‘I blew up all the mats, undid the sleeping bags and laid the inners sheets out!’. I beam back at him. ‘Great job kiddo!’, and clap my hands. He is now grinning from ear to ear. ‘You know buddy, even though Dad and I get frustrated at times, we are actually very proud of you kids. We are a team and we’re actually doing a really great job together’. ‘Yep we are’, he replies as he bounces from rock to rock.

Rainkoat Sun Brims Australia Sea to Summit

Photos from Swag Family's post 11/06/2024

With full tummies we rode on a mild uphill gradient around the hill into the valley that will lead us into the main range. On entering under the ubiquitous welcoming archway into San Juan de Tantarache Nic met the local primary school teacher who happened to speak excellent English. We were invited into her classroom to meet the students and then we went outside to talk about our journey. We also finally found about the different coloured epaulets worn by students. They indicated a special job allocation. There was a class leader, first aid responder, environment officer, emergency (earthquake) marshal and guide for younger students. We have noted the pride that goes into school uniforms in general, even in these rural areas where there’s far less money floating around than say in Lima. The students invited us to stay for a Fathers Day celebration involving a football match and various games in the town square. The teacher found us a room to stay in for the night so we’ve happily pulled up short of our plan for the day.

Photos from Swag Family's post 08/06/2024

We missed the 2000km milestone. Looking back it was somewhere on the hectic ride out of Lima a few weeks ago. It’s been a challenging period of adjustment, learning, getting sick and being well out of our comfort zone. More than once Andrew and I have wondered if we’re doing the right thing with our little family. Today, after packing up the tents, we puffed and pedaled to reach another milestone. 4000 metres above the ocean. We sat at the obligatory rest stop and took in our surroundings. The religious shrine, adorned in plastic fruit, sweets and balloons stood prominently on the grassy pass. Majestic snow capped peaks of the central cordillera glowed distantly in the harsh midday sun. These Andes are big!
As the days have passed and we have risen to each new challenge we have reset what we know we can do. With the help of strangers in these small mountain communities, and our supporters at home, we now know we can ride our bikes over 4000m passes. A week ago that was far
from certain. Bike travel, you’ve gotta love it.

Total kilometres 2,093.8
Highest elevation reached 4,110.8 metres

Photos from Swag Family's post 06/06/2024

The dogs were barking ferociously. The solar lights had run out of power and we were in the tents on the middle of the concrete sports slab. I snapped awake in alarm. Nic said urgently, ‘Andrew, can you do something, they started when I ran down the dirt hill!’ Nic had gone to the toilet and on making a dash back to the tent had stirred up the pack. Not daring to go outside I growled at them from inside. It had no effect. They kept up the din for 45 minutes until finally moving off to raise hell in another part of Mataranchi.
In the morning we looked at each other and knew the inner struggle. I went over the dirt hill to toilet three times in an hour. Nic was no better. I rang my brother in Australia, a doctor, and got his advice on taking medication for the prolonged diarrhea. We popped a tablet each and began the pack up. Wilfy took me to where the communal water tap was and I was puffing after the slightest effort. Was it the altitude or gastro? The minutes ticked by and as much as we tried to hurry we seemed to be bogged. The first part of the 600 meter climb out of the valley loomed as tight, dusty switchbacks above us. I had serious doubts. Time to seek alternative transport…Carlos came out of his house to see what we were up to. He pointed to his golden van and offered to take us in that. Just put the bikes on the roof and off we go. His wife and son joined us as we motored up the hill with broad smiles and a huge sense of relief. On the way we detoured to milk Carlos’ cows where we enjoyed fresh milk and we all revelled in being let into a small part of this beautiful family’s life in the mountains. Tonight we stay at Carlos friends house in Escomarca. We are 3700m above sea level.

Photos from Swag Family's post 04/06/2024

Whilst we’ve been lying low in Langa we’ve been busy catching up on our Swag Family Podcast (thanks to some gentle reminders from our devoted followers that it’s been a while 😉).

Breaking into an upstairs teeny tiny hotel room (the key was in the door and no one’s been in the hotel for days except us), Andrew and I snuck away from the kids… that was until Jeannie found us!

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Although we’ve all succumbed to the dreaded squirts (apart from Jeannie - must be the magic milk because she is definitely the least hygienic), we are on the mend and looking to get back on the bikes tomorrow.

Photos from Swag Family's post 03/06/2024

The drivers assistant slid deftly under the bus’ rear axle. He must have known what to look for as he identified the malfunctioning part quickly. With a large rock he gave it three or four hearty thumps and yelled to the driver to change gears. The remedy worked and the bus continued down towards Lima.
Our bus was coming up the same road on its way to Langa, our destination. We’d ridden the short distance from Antioquia to the restaurant at the bus stop. Our contact person, Victor, insisted that I call when we arrived to make sure everything was going according to plan. We made a pile of our bikes and bags and waited. Victor assured us that he had talked to the driver already and they should charge 40 sol. We were still worried that they would balk when they saw the huge bikes.
Our bus pulled in just after 2pm and everyone on it jumped off for a quick feed. We met Joy and Rosa who immediately offered their help too. They insisted the bus driver count our bags and made phone calls to organise a hotel in Langa. Joy, although now living in Lima, had grown up nearby and was a local. The driver and his assistant didn’t blink an eye at the bikes. One crawled through the roof of the bus and motioned to pass them up. With a stretch they made it onto the roof and were netted down out of sight. We bundled on board and sat down for the thrilling ride up the bends to Langa. The bus rattled along the narrow road with speed and honking aplenty. We gaped at the precipitous drops into the valley below. None of the other passengers seemed to bat an eyelid. At Langa Joy motioned us off before we reached the main plaza. She had found a hotel for us and we were to wait outside it until the owner returned from the fields. We’re all jammed in a 4x3m room filled with three beds. Our bikes are outside locked onto a power pole but I strongly suspect that the lock is unnecessary. We’ve had an extra day off here as Nic is unwell with gastro. We all have a touch of it except for Wilf and Jeannie, which is remarkable considering their hygiene standards.

** Our latest movie is now up on Patreon, ‘Wellington to Lima’
** Apologies to Facebook users - we can’t seem to log in at present

Photos from Swag Family's post 01/06/2024

The man pointed across the valley to the line stencilled across the sheer mountain face. “El Camino de Inca, si.” A branch line on the network of the famous Incan Trail runs from Pachacamac, near where we stayed in Lurin, further up into the mountains to a once major Incan administrative centre at Hatun Xauxa. We fortuitously chose this route to the high Andes due to the quieter looking roads and gradient profiles, not to follow an archaeological wonder. But here we are!

Over the last 2 days, as we’ve gained 1000m in elevation, we’ve had some bumps along the road. Full story available on Patreon for free members.

Photos from Swag Family's post 01/06/2024

From Antioquia to Langa it is 27 kilometres. The elevation gain is 1380 metres. That’s significantly steeper than the ground we have covered to date. It translates to long uphill sections that would be rideable at between 3-7%, nasty bits between 7-10% and significant slogs above 10% gradient. From experience that would possibly stop us in our tracks. The bikes are so heavily laden that even with the kids walking alongside it takes a supreme effort to keep them going uphill above 10% on gravel.
So we needed a new plan that involved motors. Sitting in the town square sipping a coffee Nic and I drafted a translation to present to someone. But who? A man in an official looking beige jacket parked his motorcycle and began chatting to a few friends on the stone steps.
With Nic’s prodding I approached. ‘Disculpe (excuse me)’ After much confusion and patience they understood what we were asking. Fidel motioned to a motorcycle with trailer around the corner. But first we took him to see the bikes which are squeezed into the stairway of the small hotel. We discussed how we could get them, the gear and us all on the trailer. Fidel was willing to give it a go and so was I. Nic, more sensible than both of us, wanted to explore more options. Fidel’s friend had a son, Victor, who lives in Lima and has learned English from an American friend. She rang him and gave me the phone. Victor quickly persuaded us to catch the regular bus at midday tomorrow.
Fidel took us on his motorbike to see where the bus stop is and a quick look at the neighboring town which is also beautifully decorated with colorful murals.
In the evening we wandered through Antioquia looking for a cheap meal and an ice cream. We ran into Leo, Jorge and Angel having a quiet beer. They had been part of the town square discussion earlier in the day. Leo turns out to be the mayor of Antioquia and Jorge is an adept breakdancer. We asked how unusual it was to see people riding bikes up into the mountains. They replied that cyclists from Lima regularly come up this far and head back down to their homes. But does anyone keep going up? No. No-one does that!

Photos from Swag Family's post 29/05/2024

We haven’t been in a rush to leave. A cup of tea, then a cup of coffee, some schoolwork, clothes washing, time enough for the baby to fall asleep, fall asleep yourself, buy some water and canned milk from the corner store 50m up the dirt road, let the kids play house on the roof. All legitimate things to do, but the real reason we lingered so long was that we were building up the courage to venture out.
Of course it’s culture shock, extreme tiredness, lingering jet lag, overstimulation and a lack of common language with almost everyone we meet.
At times it feels debilitating. Any reason not to leave the safe compound that we’re housed in is fair. But then sense prevails. We were expecting this. We are the adults. The role models for our kids. ‘Wilfy I know it feels scary, but let’s go explore and have fun, the only way it’s going to get easier is by beginning, trying, exploring and seeing it’s not that scary’.
‘How was that?’, Andrew asks Wilfy as they return from their short venture to the corner store for basic supplies. ‘Good’, he says grinning from ear to ear as he opens some strange packet of coco puffs crossed with marshmallows. Hmmm yes parenting gold at its finest.
We’ve all had our ways of expressing the varying levels of discomfort and stress. Pick your item from the list; tears, outbursts, an inability to remember what you were meant to buy, sleeplessness, stalling to leave the house, headaches, loss of appetite, queasiness.
But we knew we would feel like this. And we know it will take time to adjust to being on the other side of the world where things are done differently. The food is unfamiliar (but delicious), menus and labels are written in another language, the dogs are cheeky and you can’t flush the toilet paper or drink the tap water.
But each day we are learning. Lots. And with every beautiful interaction we continue to build and cement the idea for us and our children that people in general are kind and good.
The hardest part is stepping outside- from there it’s a totally different perspective.
Today we had a wonderful ride to Cieneguilla.

** SIGN UP up as a free member to www.Patreon.com/swagfamily to access some of the in-depth stories and pictures and hear all about our first week in Peru as Andrew chat’s with ABC Hobart Tasmania Evenings presenter Helen Shields. **

Photos from Swag Family's post 27/05/2024

Ricardo poked his head out of the window above us as we wheeled the bikes onto the small patch of grass outside the unit block. He’d helped us receive a package (the potty for Jeannie) yesterday. The air was cool with a hint of moisture under the typically overcast sky. “Well, I wish you all good luck, and, if it’s okay with you, go with my prayers.” He called down in perfect English.
Right lane everyone, just remember to stay in the right lane. We moved the rear view mirrors to the left handlebar and took our first twirl of the pedals in Peru. Within two blocks we hit the cliff-top coastal park which has a dedicated bike lane running down the coast past Barranco.

On the road we asked some likely looking shopkeepers if they had kerosene or white spirits, which we prefer for our cooking stove. They told us that it’s not available in Peru. With our lack of Spanish and relying on translation apps this may or may not be correct, but for now we don’t have fuel for the stove. It can run on petrol at a pinch but that will be our last resort.
The bike lane ran between the local highway until it met the major Carretera Panamericana Sur. There we had to join the fray and cycle down the breakdown lane for six kilometers to the turnoff to Lurin. This road had no shoulder and a decent drop off to soft sand so we had to hold our position and let the traffic flow around us.

At the top of a steep hill we pulled out the phone to navigate our way to our evenings accommodation. A man with a child’s guitar slung over his shoulder stopped to talk. He was joined by his neighbour. They’re concern for our well-being was obvious insisted on walking us the last kilometre to make sure we were safe. The woman took Jeannie in her arms as we ambled along the rocky riverside track to our home for the night.

Whoa, and here we are.

Photos from Swag Family's post 26/05/2024

Skip ahead a day or 2 or 4… (they are all blending into one as we battle jet lag and Jeannie parties from 11pm to 2am - we’re currently attending one 🤦🏽‍♀️).

Beep, beep, vroom. The sound of the road filters through our rented unit in San Isidro, Lima. The security/doorman takes a phone call in the lobby just outside our door. It’s not intrusive because we don’t understand what he’s saying.

We have spent the last 4 day’s building the bikes, exchanging US dollars and gathering Sol (Peruvian currency), plucking up the courage to venture out, try local food, buy something that resembles ‘snacks for the road’ and test out our very limited Spanish.

Tomorrow we wheel the bikes out the front door and ride south down to the Rio Lurin. This valley will take us up to the top of the Andes on much quieter roads than the main highway that runs out the back of Lima. The planning is based entirely on Google street view and our mapping apps. Despite searching, we do not have any online, first, second or even third hand accounts of bike touring up this road. We know exactly how odd we are going to appear once we leave those gates in the morning. We know there is a beautiful coastal bike lane for the first 20km and that there isn’t one after that for a very long time. But there is so much that we don’t know, aren’t sure or are guessing about right now. And in that lies the doubt and the stomach fluttering fear. It’s good and necessary. We’re learning together, being scared together and tomorrow, riding out of Lima together.

Full story on Patreon 😅

Photos from Swag Family's post 26/05/2024

“50 pounds sir, are these over that? That’s the maximum.”
“Umm, they’re bicycles, can’t they be heavier if they’re sporting goods?”
“No sir, how much do they weigh? There’s going to be a charge for these. A big charge.”
We’re at a United Airlines self check-in kiosk at Houston Airport. Stress is building. After a good 14 hour overnight flight from Auckland the long dreaded Houston transfer is in full swing.

We have 24 hours in Houston and three problems. 1. We can’t check bags in this early. 2. The size of the bags are freaking everyone out. And, most pressingly for us now, 3. Jeannie does not have a ticket to Lima.

Hope slumps over her trolley and Wilfy takes the chance to sprawl on the ground like a floor cleaning octopus. Jeannie is falling asleep on Nic’s b**b and Nic is struggling herself to hold her eyes open.

Enter Cynthia from United Airlines. She takes charge by leading us away from the chaos of the check-in area to a bank of seats where Nic and the kids can sit. She sends me off to the staffed counter to work out how to get Jeannie a ticket. That’s our first priority.

2 hours later the ‘Jeannie ticket problem’ is sorted and fortunately Cynthia from United has taken pity on us. Turns out we are the perfect combination of stress oozing, haggard looking, kid wrangling, baby sleeping, oversized box bludging and too many trolleys blocking walkways to stay in this foyer any longer. She has put in a call to her supervisor and managed to circumvent the ‘not before 12 hour checkin rule’ and applied the ‘yes these are bikes rule’. We have made it to America and tomorrow, bike boxes, Jeannie and the rest of us fly to South America.

* We are actually in South America now… but it’s taken a while let you know 😉
** Full story on Patreon… that was the abridged version 😅

Photos from Swag Family's post 20/05/2024

We had a great time sharing our adventures at the Women’s Pioneer Hall. Big thanks to Sam from for organising the venue but most importantly to the amazing Libby. A month ago Libby (and her twin sister Laura) got in contact to see how they could help out. Laura was in Australia and Libby in Auckland. Libby has provided great intel on routes, contacts and connections to bike shops (thanks for your help too). She’s housed us, fed us and provided an assortment of brushes and cleaning products to get us through customs. Most importantly she let us sprawl out in her wee house and take over her garage and driveway as we dismantled and packed up all our gear.

This part of an adventure, transitioning between one country to the next is a big deal. Crossing an ocean, several time zones, from the familiarity of our native language to an unknown one is daunting. A 14 hour plane ride, three children in captivity, packing two huge bikes into the allowed dimensions for international travel…. This is the bit where we start to get stressed. But between our Trail Fairy Fixer Libby and my parents coming to lead the distraction we have had a great couple of days packing, sorting, sharing stories and exploring Auckland. Tomorrow night we fly outta here. First stop Houston. 24 hours later Lima. Let the adventure continue 🚴 🌎

Photos from Swag Family's post 19/05/2024

I’ve seen this movie before*, but it’s still difficult viewing. Different setting but most of the characters are the same. Nicola and Jeannie swoop down the bike track just meters ahead of Hope, Wilfy and I. Despite the morning rain we’re all glowing warmly from the idea of being in Beachlands, an Auckland suburb just a short ferry ride from our final stop in Aotearoa. We’ve made it, almost, to one of the major markers we’d pegged into the mental map of this three year adventure.

The track is through Omana Reserve, a large urban park where we’ll be camping (legally) for the night before catching the ferry the next morning. Thoughts drift ahead to the shopping centre where we’re heading to dry out and fill our bellies before pitching the tents. Just 1500 metres ahead, around the sports field and up a small hill. Nic’s tyre hits the rounded galvanised piping of the cattle grid and the bike seemingly turns sideways in an instant as if hitting ice. My view is obscured by the orange baby seat which I watch slam into the metal grid with a sickening thud. There’s a flash of horror at the thought of the possible injuries. I come to an abrupt halt and order Hope and Wilfy off the bike. They don’t need any encouragement as they race over to the mess still lying prone on the ground. Nic has a foot trapped under the bike as she is trying to unstrap a distraught Jeannie. Hope tries to lift the handlebars but it’s too heavy. I lie the triple down and go to help. Wilfy is standing back slightly, looking paralysed with worry. Nic frees her foot and we get Jeannie out of her seat. Hope and Wilfy, snapping out of his fog, begin clearing the panniers and handlebar bag debris from the track. On close inspection there is no serious injury but Nic has a sore wrist. Jeannie’s cries are soothed quickly with the ever reliable b**b in mouth. We hastily change plans and retreat to the campground to pitch the tents.

That night Nic’s pain gets worse and she books in to get it X-rayed at a surgery in Auckland.

The Pine Harbour Ferry takes us right into the heart of the city. Libby meets us in the supermarket car park not far from the terminal. The nearby bike shop is happy to look after the bike as we load the panniers into Libby’s car. Nic goes to the doctor while Libby looks after Jeannie in a park. The rest of us ride out to Libby’s place and lie the bike down, finally, to call it quits on the New Zealand tour.

Verdict: Sprained wrist 😅

*The other very similar version of the story above was five years ago when Nic smashed into a gravel road up the east coast of Tassie during our year long Australia ride. Wilfy was in the back seat that time and came off with some superficial facial grazes. Nic caught a lift to the St Helens hospital with the local police with a suspected broken arm. Both times luckily only sprains 😉

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