'You May Not Enter Argentina!'

‘You do not have the correct stamp in your passport. You may not enter Argentina.’ The day started in splendid style, we leave our riverside camp spot and begin the rubble-tastic slog up and over the 2,500 metre Paso de Vergara. The borders here tend to happen...

A Return To The Wild

It’s our third day back on the road and we unzip our tents to find that the skies are still shrouded in a murky smoke-filled haze. It’s a hot and humid morning and both of us confess that we’re finding it hard to get going. There’s an...

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,...

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...

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...
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