When travelling by motorcycle everyone expects the worst to happen one day, right? Yet sometimes, it’s the tiny, stupid surprises that screw you over. We had spent an amazing few days discovering Argentina’s Wild West, filling our lungs with dust and our boots with sand when disaster struck. Not on the bike, not on the…
Impressions from an Empty Road Ruta 3 in Argentina. Vast emptiness. A dream, or a nightmare? It cuts through a desert-like vastness, a ribbon of asphalt stretching endlessly toward the horizon. The only sounds are my breath inside my helmet and the soaring wind outside. Slowly, I inhale. Eyes fixed on the distance. We are…
Let me start this tale with honesty: I was wrong. Not completely wrong — but certainly mistaken. After having discovered Caleta Maria in Chilean Tierra del Fuego, I was no longer motivated to reach Ushuaia. I simply didn’t want to leave Caleta Maria, but due to a lack of food, that became non-negotiable. Leaving Caleta…
The reality is that my blog went silent for a bit. Why? Because, truthfully, my keyboard broke, and I was struggling with what to tell you about Argentina and it’s current travel costs in 2025. But here it goes. Having crossed into Argentina at the Paso Roballos border, our hopes were high and our dreams…
Cueva de las Manos summarised for you: A story steeped in history with a highly adventurous touch to get there, more so if you put your confidence into maps.me. Camped in Patagonia National Park, we decided this was the perfect base to visit Cueva de las Manos. Just 156 kilometer of Argentinian gravel, fuel calculations,…
Where were we? Ah yes, I promised to tell you more about this brave new world, didn’t I? Or at least about the dreamy, washboardy, and unexpectedly pricey details. Argentina, here we go! Barely a few kilometers from the last border checkpoint, we parked our motorbikes to soak in the view. To our left, a…
Leaving a little part of myself forever lingering along the Carretera Austral, my wheels started turning towards Paso Roballos and into the unknown; our first border crossing of the trip. A tiny, hidden place nestled below the last Chilean mountains, marking the transition into the vast Argentinian plains. Riding out of Cochrane, it took us…
There’s a rhythm on the Carretera Austral. Not a song, but the pulse of rugged beauty and isolation that sinks deep with every turn. We’re miles from Valparaíso where our journey started, and the road feels like it’s calling us closer to the edge. Patagonia stretches endlessly, an expanse that’s as much about braving the…
Close your eyes, listen to waves hitting the hull of the ferry, and feel the wind roaring above. Forget the rain for a moment. Try to fathom where in the world you’ve ended up: a tiny dot next to Chile, yet only three times smaller than Belgium. A final stop before the long road to…