I arrived at Quellón on the Isla de Chiloe from Chaiten. I continued north on the island to Ancud and then back to the mainland. The route then took me through Puerto Montt, Puerto Varas, around the Volcan Osorno and out of Chile via the Paso Cardenel Antonio Samore. Once back in Argentina I cycled from […]
Despite being 3 months in, I’ve realised that I’ve hardly begun the enormity of this challenge. That I’ve been through to get here is merely the froth on top of my morning coffee or is it that the whole dream is really a succession of nightmares, with pockets of dreamland to connect them? What have […]
A contrast in landscapes. The flat pampa from El Calafate to El Chalten, Argentina, followed by the mountain scenery on the way to Candelario Mancilla, Chile.
If I had known how hard this first month would be before I began, I doubt I would have started. Often in my life I have to kid myself to make a big decision. Deciding that the idea sounds great but not to dig to deep into the details. If I do I will find something to convince […]
A collection of photos taken on my ride from Punta Arenas to Puerto Natales in Chile and then into Argentina to El Calafate via Dorotea, Rio Turbio, Tapi Aike and El Cerrito.
I arrived in Punta Arenas, toasty warm, after a two and a half hour ferry crossing from Porvenir. Wanting nothing more than somewhere to rest for a few nights, I went to a hostel that had been recommended by another cyclist. They had no beds but I could camp in the garden. Bugger. It was the worst camp spot of the […]
Photos from Rio Grande to the Argentine and Chilean border posts of San Sebastian and west to Porvenir.
Sitting in the waiting room at the Argentine Customs post of San Sebastian, my dream shattered on the floor in front of me. It had turned into some kind of living nightmare that I couldn’t escape from. Tormented by the wind for days on end, occasionally a little respite, exhausted, demoralised, full of self pity I did […]
Photos from Ushuaia to Tolhuin and on to Rio Grande.
I had left Ushuaia in beautiful sunshine with hopes high and riding on a cushion of air that came with actually beginning this dream of mine. To ride the length of the Americas. I was now actually doing it, rather than talking about it. The road wound its way through what is the end of […]