Good Roads, Death Roads and No Roads At All
Bolivia is a strange and wonderful place. We have been at high altitudes now for over a week and it is slowly getting easier though we still get occasional nose bleeds and we are...
Author: Rex and Sally
We’re not in Kansas anymore!
We leave Salta and make the short 158km run north to the quirky and charming village of Purmamarca. We start the day in cool rain and fog as we ascend the hills via some...
Salsa in Salta
Ok so not exactly the Salsa but a high energy blend of Salsa, Flamenco and Tango all performed at volume eleven accompanied by a four piece Latin American country rock?? band…I guess that’s what...
Bonito
Bonito is the Portuguese word for beautiful. It is also the name of a small town in the edge of the Pantanal region of Brasil, except it isn’t…beautiful that is. In fact it is...
Rio de Janeiro
Brasil is a country of over 200,000,000 people in a land area about two thirds that of Australia. All those people need to be fed so agriculture is a huge industry. As we leave...
Meltdown in the Tropics.
When travelling in new parts of the world it is probably appropriate to lower ones’ expectations and thus avoid disappointment. It is fair to say that many parts of South America have been struggling...
Buenos Aires!
Buenos Aires is ridiculously large. Some 16 million people live in the greater metropolitan area. It is also a ridiculously long way from Ushuaia. When we last reported in we were in the town...
A Yank, A Pom and an Aussie Walk Into a Bar.
If the weather last night looked awful then it is downright diabolical today. We leave Ushuaia, finally heading north after 4,600km of southward travel, in pouring rain and freezing temperatures. As we climb the...
The End of the World
Southward, ever southward the road beckons. From Torres Del Paine we leave the mountains again and return to the endless treeless steppe. Sheep, guanacos and the occasional rhea are our only companions. The road...
Glaciers and a Good Telling Off from the Argentinian Navy
We leave El Chalten in our mirrors under clearing skies with the relentless Patagonian wind at our backs. Without the pouring rain of our arrival we are able to take in the beauty that...