I had decided to cross back into Chile. The Carratera Austral is on many cycle tourists “checklist” of world famous rides. While I was now too far south to do the complete 1250
We waited as a group to enter Peru. Exiting Ecuador was easy. A quick stamp. Walk across the river bridge and into a new country. Here we had to wait. The immigration officer
Leaving the Salinas peninsula, the weather was cloudy as has become the norm in Ecuador. During my time here there haven't been too many bright sunny days. Mostly grey, patchy sun and occasional
Ecuador seems to have a problem. As I walk the streets of the capital Quito, It looks like many of the other Latin American cities I have passed through. Modern, like Panama city.
Leaving a country is often a melancholy experience. Colombia no different to the rest. Having spent almost 2 adventurous months travelling through from Medellin I was ready to begin again in Ecuador. Ipiales
Costa Rica## I'm definitely in a different country. The Peñas Blancas frontier is just how I imagined a Central American border to be. A two hour wait, mostly in direct sunlight to be
There is one specific reason I have called my blog 'The road of little miracles' and while a few people already know that reason, it will eventually be revealed at a future point
Coffee and meat eating Horses Skinny cows laze in the shade on ravaged hillsides drinking black dirty water and picking at leaves trying to escape death and survive another day. While skinny cows
Crossing the border was pretty straightforward. Relaxed, no fuss, no stress very Caribbean. The border crossing to Belize is a few kilometres out of Chetumal and so I said goodbye to my hosts
A few photos of our all too brief trip to the largest city in North America. We spent the morning walking around the impressive Aztec pyramids at Teotihuacan. We were lucky to have
"You can’t be serious?!" Charlotte looked a little distressed as we approached a junction where 4 or 5 roads seemed to converge into two. We were trying to leave Guadalajara
Light travels in straight lines, they say. Between me and the surface of the Sun are no doubt a hundred million different things. Vast tracts of dusty empty outer space. Planets. The moon.