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 ¡me 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…

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…

Second day blues

Morning, I leave the “good” part out of it as there is frankly not much good in the morning. The afternoon is better but still it is a tough day, with both wind and strong sun. Anyway, lat’s take it in an orderly fashion. I wake up to a splendid morning of full sunshine but…

Heading for Brazil

La temporada, “the season”, has not started yet, it will start in full flow at Christmas and last, apparently till carnival time. For this reason I am taking four days off from my gruelling skedule of work and explore the east coast of Uruguay. The idea is to camp a few night, finish off the…

Getting started in Uruguay

So, I’m in Uruguay. The landing is a bit bumpy, not the plane, that is. The plane from Buenos Aires in particular is nearly empty. What is bumpy is the money. I get out of the terminal and proceed to the first cash machine which itself not only does not give me cash with the…

Off again

It’s the 24th of November and I’m some thirty five thousand feet over the the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. How could this happen? you’re asking yourselves. Well let me give you a brief run down of the last two months. I was not meant to stay in Italy as long as I did but…

Parking the bike in Italy

Ljubliana was rather special, and despite the fact that the hostel was pretty basic I sleep well. I get out of town and straight onto the motorway but, despite the fact I pass several tool booths nobody asks me for money and I get all the way to the border without having to pay for…

Passport day

Last day completely abroad, and it’s the day I’ll be going through more border posts. Also I’m going to go through the only ones that will require me to produce some sort of identification. I’m not apprehensive, more a little bit curious as I will go to through what apparently now is the frontline of…