Graves. Endlessly hidden in the Atacama desert. The memory of lives lost lingering across salty flatlands. The eyes of young children piercing into my soul. This place is called ‘El Cementerio de los Apestados’ or, ‘The Plague Victims’ Cemetery’, better known as the ‘Children’s Cemetery’. Yet, when we arrived, we didn’t know all this. All…
Some say that it doesn’t exist. Others say that it can’t be done. I would say, go to Chile. A country stretching the length of Europe, yet only a mere few hundred kilometres wide at its widest. Nestling its toes in the Southern Ice Fields while its head bathes in everlasting sun, the Atacama Desert…
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…
This is just a story. A story of how cowboys and Indians nearly ended up at high tea.This is a story, but one embedded in unimaginable landscapes and the beautiful reality of tea time. Have you ever heard of Gaiman? I suppose not. I hadn’t.It’s a tiny little town, a village maybe? In the northeast…
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…
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…