I gave this book to my husband for our 40th wedding anniversary since we’re both cyclists. He has been following a Canadian group online touring across North America so I thought he would like this book, especially since it’s about a couple from Canada. The book implies that the couple rides around the world – – as in starts someplace and rides and rides and rides, maybe boarding a ship and rides and rides circumventing the world. It sounded promising. But, nope. The couple rides a few days in Canada and decides they’re cold and so they hop on a plane to Las Vegas, and ride to Lake Mead and then onto Moab in Utah. These rides were very suspicious to us since we live in Las Vegas and have done them all. The heat, the author complained about, in September, is nonexistent. By then temperatures in the Mojave desert have dropped, and the extreme heat she complains of, would not be the case. interestingly, days later when they’re in Zion national Park it snows. So the authors timeline is messed up. They ride to Colorado. It snows in Colorado so they rent a vehicle and fly to New Zealand. There seems to be as much air travel as bike travel. and the whininess of the author really was irritating. Her extra marital affair, even if only emotional (that’s never clear), is grating on the nerves. My husband said it’s more a soap opera than a travel narrative. The authors husband is humored and minimized in the book such that he seems to be a comical halfwit, not looking at their map for the first month of travel, unable to pack his panniers with any intelligence, etc. We had to put the book down when they landed in New Zealand and took all of their food into their tent to keep it away from the possum. Food in a tent? But the real annoyance was the “you go out of the tent. See what that noise is,” “no, you go out of the tent to see what that noise is.” Children. The writing is subpar. I’m glad for them that cycling saved their marriage, but the story is uncompelling from a reader, cyclist, and married couple’s point of view.