Oops I did it again?! After a brief hiatus to recharge, rest and reconnect with family and friends. I am now feeling a little hungry.... While South America has a huge and diverse range of cultures, its food has a unique identity which for me was a little hit or

As much as I have tried to remember everyone who has helped me along the journey, I have no doubt forgotten someone. But in name only, I promise you! If your name is not on the list, please send me a rudely worded message! I think my biggest regret is

What have I done?! I sit in a Café in Buenos Aires and try several times over, to write this chapter. I delete, then rewrite it in Lisbon, Huelva and finally in Madrid. A lot of time has passed already. How do I start to finish this story. Have I

http://www.adventure-life.com/patagonia/articles/tierra-del-fuego-culture Tierra del Fuego or ‘ Land of fire’ gets its name not from some volcanic geological phenomenon, but from the myriad of fires lit by the native Yanghan or Ona people who lived on the island. These tough people were distinct again. When Charles

I turned on my mobile, as I have an Argentina SIM card. And sent a message to my host somewhere in this darkening little border town. But they never replied to my messages. Tired and annoyed, I asked in the tourist office, which oddly was open till 1 am, about

This already feels like a completely different journey. The Road South A sad and tearful departure from Cordoba was masked my the torrential rainstorm I had to ride in. I was sad to leave my friend as I know she is struggling to adapt to life in Argentina. While she

Argentine life is like Spain, understandably. People wake late. Shops open late and families eat dinner late. "Sorry for making you have such a late dinner" I apologised as we were eating at around midnight after my arrival.

Those following my blog will know the general brief for my adventures. It is to document the tales, sights, sounds, smells and various experiences I have had along my way. These little miracles are the events that occur to inspire, surprise, delight, shock, sadden or anger me as I have

I sat in a small roadside Truckstop near Calama, mentally ready to bat away the standard "Do you want Coffee?" question that has been asked more or less along the entire journey. "Would you like Tea?" asked the waitress... ...Brain fade...

Just a quickie. There is a proper blog page coming soon. But here are a few statistics to date. As before, I am not a huge collector of data. It is more important to me to ride and enjoy rather than measure my altitude gain, total calorie output or any

A desiccant and a sudden cold wind is what greeted me when I arrived in Desaguadero. The frontier town with Peru. It is a dirty place. Litter all over the streets and a busy commercial hub between the two countries. 147 kilometres later, Puno was a memory and with little

Trujillo to Lima on an overnight bus. "We arrive at 8 am" I was told. So I told my host I would arrive around 10 am, fully expecting to be late on the bus and also that I would get lost in the city. We arrived 2 hours

More food photos, from my travels. With descriptions where I can remember. If I eat any more, I will have to roll the rest of the way ! The best Ceviche in Mexico. Served in a frozen Pineapple! The second best Ceviche. Near Lago Milagros, Mexico One of many fruit salad

Still waiting for my parcel, I took a short bus trip to Baños. A small town several hours south of Quito famous as a base for adventure sports. Later though the rain cleared and I went wandering about. As in all tourist locations, the local people sell some sweet treat

Well I guess it had to be done at some point. I hope you are hungry, because if not, you are about to be! A selection of the many delicious meals I have had over my journey so far. With a description, when I can remember what I was eating.

White powder around my nose. White powder on my lips and chin. I wipe it away, knowing in a few more minutes, sweat will drip and salt will begin crystallising again. It's hot. I feel dizzy. The white salt dries and cracks my lips. No pleasure here, riding

The roads here are excellent. Smooth, fast and wide. Except the drivers are not. Fortunately a wide shoulder separates the drivers from the cyclists. Though drivers are generally respectful of cyclists. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arepas are the popular tortilla of Colombia. And unfortunately they are not quite as tasty as their Mexican

Meddling in Medellín The flight from Panama Pacifico [http://www.vivacolombia.co/] was easy, smooth but annoyingly fast. A mere 1 hour from end to end. In that time I flew over around 2-3 weeks worth of terrain, had there been a suitable road to follow. Thick cloud obscured the

My hands feel greasy. Like playing with warm candle wax or baking with butter. The heat is oppressive. A fly lands on my neck. I scratch and my fingernails come away black, dirt, dead skin stained and filthy. I stop and clean them with a spare toothpick from the last

Well, the 22nd May 2015 marks the first anniversary of the beginning of my adventures in the Americas. I tried to select 12 photos of me over the past 12 months but it turned into 38! [Update: + 9 more] So, here are a few photos of me and not much