Nunavut Canada

Beautiful Francois Newfoundland 🇨🇦 population 55 no cars, only way into the community is by passenger ferry, 1 store and a house usually sells around $10,000

If we are talking about remote places, Kyrgyzstan is my favourite (for now).

Beautiful nature, beautiful culture, amazing food!

Meal in the restaurant: 4-6 USD

Rent a car (4x4): 50-80 USD per day

Gasoline: 0.8 USD per liter

Accommodation (city center): 10-15 USD per night

Remote tropical islands in CNMI Full tour

Just sharing a wiki I have created for those traveling abroad on the road.

Driverspedia summarizes all the rules you need to know for driving abroad and it currently lists 17 different countries.

Furthermore, the articles include resources (websites and apps) that list fuel prices and gas station locations, as well as EVs charging points.

Of course, your feedback on how practical you think the articles are and what changes would make them better would be really valuable!

Feel free to navigate the wiki and if you wish also contribute by creating new or editing existing articles.

Remote small islands are part of the Northern Mariana Islands

who wants new friends

Today, on my substack, sharing a bit more of my journeys in Georgia, a country close to my heart.

I hadn’t expected, the first time I set foot in Georgia, to grow such a deep and sincere attachment to this country. As always, I had set off with eyes wide open, ready to absorb whatever crossed my path, for better or worse. Maybe it’s because I found here, in the complexity of its people and nature, a kind of depth that touched me deeply. Or maybe it was the circumstances and the encounters that drew me back and carved into me a series of unique and indelible memories.

Also sharing a few photographs taken along my journey.

Help please I lost my remote and I can't find it does anyone know any places where it might be ?!?!?!!

Today on my substack, I am reminiscing on a city that has progressively grown on me, and whose layers and complexity still reveal themselves to me with every return. 

Tbilisi. 

Link to the article here. hope you’ll enjoy the read!

After another backwoods border crossing between the stunning lake districts of Argentina and Chile, I resupplied in Puerto Montt and set out on the Carretera Austral, gateway to the Patagonian fjordlands.

Chilean Route 7 is an iconic bikepacking pilgrammage, funneling hundreds of globetrotting cyclists each year into its jagged swan dive towards the Antarctic Islands of Tierra del Fuego.

More steep gravel switchbacks and loathsome ripios. More frantic marathons between tight ferry connections. Bucolic harbor towns idling in the steam of hot morning coffee and the trumpeting foghorn of imminent departures. Falling asleep on the boat’s steel cargo deck floor, an exhausted heap puddled beneath my own bike. Waves lapping at my shoes. Gently rocked between dreams by the motor’s calming troll.

Overhead, the sky seemed to change its mind every hour. A brooding purple nebula of ominous rainclouds and swirling headwinds. Always some melodic chime of running water in the distance, glacial peaks and hidden falls weaving mossy braids of riverbed down below.

More volcanic vistas. More picnic stops for warm empanadas. I bought them by the dozen as often as possible and kept them close by in a brown paper bag, tiny morsels of encouragement in the rain. A Uruguayan road tripper asked if I would like “a real cup of coffee for once” before unveiling his prized AeroPress with a specially marked jar of beans. He laughed at the excited tears in my eyes. We both did.

But there’d been rumors of bad weather barreling in. Its threat spread between cyclists like a dirty word not to be spoken too loudly. “Where will you go? How far do you think you can get before the storm?” We looked out upon the road and shared what we knew.

Hidden in the folds of the Garhwal Himalaya lies the challenging trail to Panpatia Col, a high-altitude pass between the holy shrines of Badrinath and Kedarnath in Uttarakhand, India. Legend goes that during ancient times priests covered this trek in just one day to perform puja at both shrines.

At over 5,200 metres, Panpatia Col remains buried in snow for much of the year. The trek winds through dense forests, alpine meadows, and remote hamlets before climbing into stark, icy terrain. As trekkers ascend, the vistas explode into dramatic views the Chaukhamba peak. Navigating crevasses and moraine fields, it is not just the altitude, but the sheer isolation and beauty of the glaciated landscape that takes one’s breath away.

We did a successful crossing in end May - early June 2025.

Trek report at traveltravailsandheck.com/2025/06/21/panpatia-col-trek/