Dear Brazil
We wanted to write and say thank you for having us. We came to you with a little apprehension: you are so big and we knew nothing about your language but this feeling evaporated as we got to know you better. Continue reading
Dear Brazil
We wanted to write and say thank you for having us. We came to you with a little apprehension: you are so big and we knew nothing about your language but this feeling evaporated as we got to know you better. Continue reading
“We should all stick together & string our hammocks in a group so we’re not infiltrated by outsiders” he said. Having already caught four slow boats just to get to Manaus, the young traveller was an expert. He boarded the boat and led his small posse of 20-somethings off to fortify a prime hammock location. Continue reading
There’s much more to do in the Amazon than see the jungle. So we left our motorcycles on the coast and flew inland to Manaus for a look. Continue reading
We have made four border crossings now, each with their own quirks but all following the same basic procedure: exit ourselves (immigration) then exit the motorbikes (customs) from the current country; ride across an empty “no man’s land” between the two countries; enter ourselves (immigration) and enter the motorbikes (customs) into the new country. Continue reading
After riding the Ruta 3, it was now time for a holiday from a holiday. What better place to do it than the magnificent city of Buenos Aires? Even better – we enjoyed the company of Matt’s parents who had travelled from Sydney to see us. Continue reading
To reach Buenos Aires we had to take the Ruta 3, a road renowned for having absolutely nothing of interest along it. Because of this, many people churn up the kilometres and complete the journey in three days. We, as usual, took more time to travel the 2,550 kilometres north from Rio Gallegos. Continue reading
Thanks to our fellow two-wheeled traveller Adrian, a cycling Frenchman, we left El Calafate with bellies full of freshly made churros and a recommendation for a campsite (& bakery!) in our next destination – El Chaltén. Continue reading
After Torres del Paine, we bid farewell to Chile and crossed back into Argentina. The Ruta 40 led us into the heart of the Patagonian plains. We thought there would be little to look at, but we were mesmerised by the vastness of the land and sky. Continue reading
Torres del Paine was always going to be a highlight of our Patagonian experience in Chile and it didn’t disappoint. We spend nearly a week exploring the national park. Continue reading
We decided to take the ferry south from Puerto Montt to save some wear and tear on ourselves and our bikes. We had conservative expectations about the four day journey because it is so dependent on the weather. We were also advised to stock up on wine to help us forget how bad the food was. Continue reading