From Vancouver to Patagonia by bicycle — 400 pages of landscape, solitude, and a genuinely vulnerable journey of self.


Martijn Doolaard decided he needed more in life, so he packed up and biked from Amsterdam to Singapore, pedaling for a year, a distance of over 10,000 miles. After returning home and producing a photo book and journal, he got itchy again, deciding to take on an even grander and longer journey, from Vancouver to Patagonia — a journey that would take him two years, cover over 12,000 miles, and produce this second book of his: a giant, 400-page journal of rich landscape photography, stories of connecting with locals across two continents, and a deeply emotional cascade into his own psyche.
This book is to be read. Mr. Doolaard carries us through the physical challenges of biking a hemisphere, the psychological struggles that come with it, love, lovers, and sadness, the breaking points, the moments of small victories. The book is an emotional affair, very genuine, and with a vulnerability that makes this a true human journey worth following along.


The photography is stunning — not in its fidelity, but for the moments in time it captures. The drone photography abstracts out, reframing the moments, often evoking the many periods of desolation and loneliness across Mr. Doolaard’s journey, and are complemented by intricate maps of his ride. The scale of the adventure is often unsettling.
“For hours, nothing changes around me as I pedal forward. It’s like riding in a dream.”
Between the storytelling and the imagery, you get truly carried along. Frequent rogue camping, hills, bigger hills, impossible hills, lengthy interludes with friends and lovers in cities, eating rice and beans in jungle shacks, theft, the zen of bike maintenance — it was surprising and refreshing that this wasn’t just about bagging miles and mountains. You get carried through all the topographies and climates: hot, steaming, soaking, dry, dusty, muddy, freezing, numbing; all of the ups and downs and changes become the simile of the personal challenge itself. This is as true and delightful a travel journal as I’ve read in a while. What an adventure.
“I go out for a walk to expel the demons I know only exist in my imagination.”





