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…

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…