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…
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…
We are very excited to share some big news with you, our very first YouTube video is live! After months of doubting ourselves, questioning our capabilities and living life on the road, we finally managed to put a video together to introduce ourselves and give you a dynamic glimpse into our life on wheels. Some…
Leaving Greece behind, a road of surprises lay ahead, with each country more beautiful than the one before. Visiting North-Macedonia felt like discovering a hidden gem. Although we spent less than two weeks there, it quickly became clear that cities buzzed with life and nature was simply magnificent. Bustling fruit and vegetable markets decorated the…
A little red snail discovering the Peloponnese in all its beauty and glory. Some challenges here and there, a little swirl to the ground and a whole lot of nature.
Before we had time to realise it, we had been on the road for more than a month. The road had been kind to us, the weather harsh and the sun heartwarming. Most of all, it had been an emotional rollercoaster. After so many years, we had truly left everything familiar and safe behind. Was…
The ferry from Genova to Palermo felt slightly like a haunted house on the water. The seats we had reserved for the night were airplane seats in a gloomy room, windows so dirty it was near impossible to look out over the waves. A few people were scattered about, as much on the chairs as…