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 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...

A Difficult Question

‘Oh would you look at all those dinky little roads Faye-bomb? I bet it’s super dooper quiet down there…’ Faye and I are pouring over the map and planning our assault on the ‘lake district’ area of Chile. An intricate web of small roads weave their...

A Longing For Home

I really struggled today. Normally I wake up naturally around 8am. My eyes ping open, I have some vague recollection of a vivid and bizarre dream (usually involving a dragon) and I swing into action right away. I reach behind me to unzip the tent a little and let some...

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...
X