Down But Not Out

Today we had our first crash. We are heading for the Chilean town of Puerto Montt on our fifth day since leaving San Martin de los Andes, and it is wet, wet, wet. As Marti Pellow so beautifully put it: ‘I feel it in fingers, I feel it in my toes…’ except,...

The Battle of Bettina

Today was all about Bettina. We’ve just left a lunchtime break on an Argentinian lake shore. Today it isn’t raining, which is an unexpected treat given the hail storm of yesterday. We are gunning it along the road, using the wind and warm air to dry our pants and...

The Cheek Of It

‘I’m going to wear the non see-through shorts today’ Faye proudly announces early one morning. ‘Errr, mate. I hate to break it to you, but all of your shorts are now see-through.’ ‘Are they?!’ ‘Yep. But I’m...

The Crossing Of The Andes

‘Errrr… Faye… what in the world is THAT?!’ I am stood outside my tent, midway through brushing my teeth, when a distant rumble distracts me from a love affair with Colgate Triple Stripe. Around the mountain track in the distance, surrounded by plumes of dust and...
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