A road engineer, a few hundred convicts, and seven years with nothing but hand tools. The climb every rider on our South Africa week has circled before they arrive.
Read the post →For centuries, mapmakers simply stopped here. The last stage of our Algarve crossing rides you to the edge they drew.
Read the post →A road built to move soldiers, three centuries before anyone thought of riding it for pleasure. The day the Highlands stop being scenery.
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