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 […]
Leaving Coyhaique it had already been decided that we weren’t going to continue to the end of the Carretera Austral. We were going as far as Chaiten, where we would get a ferry west to the Isla de Chiloe and the port of Quellon. This would actually lengthen the distance and delay our arrival into […]
Leaving Coyhaique the Carretera Austral wound further north on a mixture of seriously bad ripio and an increasingly greater amount of tarmac (asphalt). There are plenty of road works ongoing which accounts for the condition of the road. I continued as far as Chaitén whereupon I’m about to get a ferry west to the Isla […]
I was dearly hoping that upon leaving Villa O’Higgins, the trip would change. That it would morph into my idealised version I had dreamt about. I no longer wanted to experience the dread of waking up to the sound of the wind howling past the tent. In hindsight, what I had hoped for South America was my ride […]
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 […]
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 […]