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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 delighted that I get a choice as to precisely which section...
Patience Is A Virtue
My alarm goes at 5am and I am wrenched from my dreams to the present. Where am I? I think. Why (oh why) is Birdy's Skinny Love (my longstanding alarm song of choice) going off at this UNGODLY hour? And then I remember... The previous day had been full of all of the...
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 way in between...
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...
Waterfalls, Glacial Lakes and River Rides
Our hard won, slightly bumbling, battle to re-enter Argentina is well worth the effort. After thanking the biker gang profusely for the offer of joining them for dinner (with or without meat, and or vegetables), we decide it’s still early in the day (4pm) and that’ll...
'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 in two...
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 underlying lethargy that festers...
Wild Fires And Fun On The Five
Thanks to my new friend Mr Pisco Sour, and his accomplice Mrs Chilean wine (middle name: delicious), when the time comes to pull on my lycra shorts for the first time in a little over two weeks - they feel uncomfortably tight. As I take the first few pedal strokes my...
Robbed But Resolute
Someone stole my purse today. It was our final morning in Santiago, I'd left Faye packing up the apartment, and headed down to the local coffee shop to finish off an article that was due. I wrapped my lips around the usual treat of a cortado (con muffin) before...
