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Sleepless Nights And Sex Noises
“McNuff! There are four boys in our room, and they smell!” It’s 10pm and I’m making my way home across the city of Santiago, when a message from Faye pops up on my phone. I’ve just left a lovely wine and bolognese session with one of my best friend’s Emma. Emma is...
An Eighty Eight Switchback Kind Of A Day
Faye looks up from her phone: ‘We have eighty eight switchbacks to take on today Anna! Eighty eight!!!’ Her eyes are aglow with all the wonder of a child on a Christmas morn. PART 1 When researching the border crossing between Argentina and Chile, we discovered that...
Steep Hills And Slow Days
Today will be all about going uphill, we know that much. We must drag both bodies and bikes from 650m above sea level and up to 3,200m. It's been a few weeks since we've been that high and we're both eager to get some altitude burn back in our lungs, which (having...
A brush with the law
'Girls! Girls! Don’t go down that road, it’s dangerous!' We are stood over our bikes on the outskirts of Mendoza, when a man in his late twenties on a white and green motorbike dices with death and swerves around oncoming traffic to accost us, and bring us the news...
Julio and Many Hairy Legs
“JU-LI-O! JU-LI-O! JU-LI-O!’ we chant in unison as Julio the hero waves, gets into his car and drives off, leaving us beaming, and alone once again at the roadside. We’d decided to go lady-balls deep today. To make a push to arrive in San Juan earlier than expected...
False Hope and Unexpected Cake
It was a day of false hope and unexpected cake. When staring down the barrel of seven hours in the saddle, I break the day into manageable chunks - looking ahead to the next turn off, the next town, or if we’re lucky: the next shop and cold Fanta hit. Yes, my name’s...
A Christmas gift of heat exhaustion
I am lying face down on the table at the visitors centre in Talampaya National park. I feel distinctly nauseous and as if my head is on fire. As I drift in and out of sleep, I can hear Faye encouraging me to drink some water. I raise my head a little and glug some...
Christmas Day on the road
ITTTTTTTTT'SSSS CHHHHRRRRIIIIIIISSSSTTTTTMMMAAAAAASSSSSS!!!! By the time you see this here post, my adventure amiga Faye and I will likely be somewhere on the way to Talampaya national park. There's rumoured to be a camp spot with a beautiful swimming hole, so we've...
Meet Rody
I'd like to introduce you all to Rody. We've met so many friendly people in Argentina, but most of our interactions are fleeting. A little hello, a goodbye, a brief chit-chat about where we're from - largely due to our limited grasp of the language, that's usually as...
My brain and a bike called Bernard.
“But what if I can’t get any socks in South America?! I mean, I know I can get rubbish socks, but what about the socks that last a long time, and make your feet feel like they are encased in marshmallows? Can I get those kinds of socks in South America? What if they...
