When you hear about a recently opened, beautifully paved road that goes from Peru’s jungle to its coast, it is impossible to resist. We didn’t know at the time, but this road – the Interoceanic Highway – had been dubbed by the Wall Street Journal as South America’s Route 66. Continue reading
We had been cold for way too long so it was time to descend to the jungle and warm our bones. A two day ride took us from the barren high plains of the Bolivian altiplano, down through a misty cloud forest and into the verdant Amazon basin. It was pure joy to ride unencumbered by layers upon layers of warm riding gear.
Our destination was Villa Tunari where I hoped to see an old friend. Unfortunately I was too late. 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
Our Odyssey Overland 