Glancing at a map of this region is like looking a green jigsaw puzzle, it is marked with national park after national reserve, many of them linked together. In my…
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Carry on down la cuarenta – life in the low lane, part 2
We have been continuing along Argentina’s Ruta 40. It would be easy to say that there was nothing but pampa, and at times I did find this section a real…
Read moreEl Tromen – dirt roads, gauchos and a volcano
This route through the El Tromen Parque Provincial is a real diamond amongst the rough that can be Argentina´s Ruta 40. For a long time during this trip I spent…
Read moreLife In The Low Lane, part 1
I should explain, the ruta 40 (or la cuarenta as it is usually just referred to here) is a road that travels the length of Argentina running parallel with the…
Read moreCuesta del Obispo and Valle Calchaquies
We made it as far as the town of Cafayete, a few days riding from Salta before Charmian had to make her second visit to a South American hospital, she…
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San Pedro de Atacama – Socaire – Paso Sico – San Antonio de los Cobres – Salta This quite spectacular route continues the scenic theme of the past few months…
Read moreThe High Desert, Lagunas, and Cream Crackers of South Bolivia
The Lagunas route of the Sur Lipez Region of Bolivia is one of those routes, like the preceding Salars that you just expect you will ride. To be honest I…
Read moreSalt, and a Solo Celebration
The Salar Uyuni is impressively the world’s largest salt flat and there is no doubt that this dried prehistoric lake and it’s smaller yet just as impressive neighbour, the Salar…
Read moreSatisfy My Soul, La Paz – Sajama – Chile – Sabaya
Finally getting ourselves out of La Paz; crossing borders; a fall and a subsequent ambulance trip down to the coast of Chile; a cornucopia of volcanoes and hot springs, and our…
Read moreEars popping in an ambulance, Charmian’s fall
I sat in the back of the ambulance with my friend Charmian lying strapped to a stretcher in front of me, a drip stand precariously rocking at every turn as…
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