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...

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...

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...