Walking to work, surrounded by Japanese salarymen, my nose won’t stop running. Caged in by the skyscrapers of Tokyo, casting their long, dark shadows, my bloodshot and droopy eyes are begging for drops. While delivery trucks, cars, scooters, and cyclists all jockey for their place on the gridlocked roads, I can feel my throat getting tighter and tighter. Shuffling feet, headaches, and an overwhelming sense of lethargy. I am suffering from my Concrete Allergy.
This is where we get together to talk about our escapes, our cures, our attempts to reverse the effects of this allergy that so many people suffer from these days. We will look at gear, locations that we have visited, and share the musings that often befall us when we are away from the concrete jungle, or trapped in it for too long.
Half of our team is in Japan. The other half is cycling around North and South America.
One of us is living the dream, the other is dreaming about it.
Both of us share a passion for hiking, camping, cycling, and getting away from it all.