A Puerto Natales

And here we go again. After adding to my ever increasing number of contact another two, Clelia, a really cool Italian hiker, and Ramon, the owner of a bicycle shop from Barcelona, it’s time to start the ride north hoping for temperature increase and dry weather. The road out of Punta Arenas is less than…

Punta Arenas

So it’s time to leave Ushuaia. I am not going to get a boat to Punta Arenas but neither I’m going to pedal over my steps all the way so I’m on a bus. Luck wants that I am joined by a very nice companion in my travels and then eventually by a second, but…

Fin del mundo

Good sleep, but early rise. I am doing something new today, I’m traveling in group. Last night I got to know a group of Italians from Alessandria in Piemonte, who are just about to finish their titanic endeavour from Puerto Montt in Chile in just a month. Renato, Matteo, Carmelo e Franco saranno i miei…

The gospel was written by cycle tourists

It occurred to me today that the gospel writers might indeed have been cycle tourist. I can just picture them riding around the Galilean planes sporting colourful Ortlieb panniers, discussing what is the best gearing ratio for the long distance set up. No seriously they must have been touring bikers otherwise they would have not…

To Rio Grande

And we’re off. At long last the tyres are hitting the ground and I’m getting some milage onto the chart. The people at the hostel are ever so kind and the host lady gives me a big kiss and wishes me safe travels. As I get out of the shelter of the built environment I…

The great nothing

Time to leave the comfort of the north and head for the south and the real work of cycling. It all starts with bypassing 2500 Km of nothingness with 40 hours of bus. Goodbye Thiago and I’m on my way to the station. I’m a bit apprehensive, this is a bit of a jump in…

Buenos Aires

Yo soy en Argentina y ┬íme gust mucho! I’m staying in San Telmo, the oldest bario of this rather large city. I got all sort of warnings before getting here but I think the truth is that this city is no more dangerous than any other city I have been before. At no point in…

Getting out of Uruguay

So it goes that I have spent a great deal of time blogging of late. Fair enough, I think, no riding, no blogging. Quite a lot has come to pass in my life in the last month. Getting to Brazil was a bit of a dare, but now that the real business of cycling is…

Brazil

And so to the last day of cycling. As I got to Punta del diablo I realised that the camping was closed and the only option, beyond finding a secluded spot, was to go to an hostel. I choose the later and, as well as comfortable it was nice and cheap. I woke up way…

Faster cycling

Night is fine, I get to take a picture for the 7000 miles milestone and also write it all down. I don’t go for a walk/ride in town and I simply decide I’ll do that in the morning. As it turns out I probably don’t miss much as I suspect La Paloma comes alive only…