When Captain Cook was sailing past Queensland on the 17th of May 1770, he noticed a number of mountains reminded him of the glass furnaces in Yorkshire where he came from, so he named them the glasshouse mountains.Continue reading Glasshouse Mountains
On my way to the airport from Roseville (how lovely Roseville sounds and it is, a leafy flowery suburb of Sydney) I stood on the train platform in the bright, breezy Autumn sun and watched the myna birds pivot on the track-side bushes, the cockatoos flap like rags, rosellas flash and spark in noisy conversation, the world was alight colour. It was at that moment that I realised I could make Australia my home. Continue reading Patpong, Nana plaza, dentist chairs and The Atlanta Hotel!
I arrived in Australia and had a little shindig with friends I know in Sydney. The hospitality of the Krasnowskis knows no limits, so Jon, Rob, Sean and Dai all had a great evening out topped Continue reading Australia
For a last wave at South America Valparaiso was a double edged sword, but certainly an interesting one. I loved the place but should have tucked myself in bed safely after dark, but the alternative certainly leads to an interesting life. Continue reading Santiago to New Zealand
Valparaiso is one of those places that defines a country. It is a loud mouth of a city, colourful, unapologetic, it has trade and a good climate that puts Santiago to shame, Continue reading Valparaiso
Valdivia is a pretty university town that was started up by German settlers. It has a civilised air to it, nice bars, traditions, great brewers! Yup, Continue reading Valdivia
The bus journey from Castro to Puerto Montt was a lovely journey. Green rolling hills, a ferry across the Canal de Chacao standing on deck with spray in the face from a wind flecked sea. Continue reading Puerto Montt
I had a weeks work to do in Castro so I found a neat little house to stay in with good Internet at the Hospidaje Familiar under the watchful eye of Orfilia and buckled down.
Continue reading Castro
The early morning bus ride with a hangover, dealing with customs, gorgeous mountains, back to Chile. I love the idea of stitching my way back and forth across such a grandiose mountain range, as if it were a playground ride, something to skip over, surf down. This time to the rafting mecca of Futaleufu.
Continue reading Futaleufu
Esquel, supposedly Welsh as are some of the villages around the area. I stopped by for a cuppa in one of the ‘tea’ houses in Trevelin, just down the road.
Continue reading Esquel and Trevelyn
After my train ride to and my bus ride back from Carmen de Patagones I needed somewhere to stay for Xmas, so I headed down to El Bolson Continue reading Xmas 2010
The train station of San Carlos de Bariloche is a little like much of Argentina, one part first world and two parts third world. The station has great little cafe that is reminiscent of a bygone era and sits, within it’s parent that is built of solid stone to battle the almost permanent gale force winds.Continue reading Bariloche to Viedma Train Ride
After hanging around in the Bariloche wilds for a good while I moved into town as I was in need of a simple company. The Refugio Cordillera was a funny old place, Continue reading Back to town
I once hitched through Europe with an old friend. We saw a lot of roadsides on our way and arrived in Cadiz dustier than a couple of dingos, so I popped on the bunny smugglers and leaped into the sea to cool off. I looked around to see that my travel chum Alex had made a few friends, Continue reading Refugio Cordillera
St Martin, A quick note on St Martin – it looked like a Disney tourist place with regular little streets and chocolate box perfect chocolate shops. The bus ride there was a bit crap as I had one of those spoiled Israeli girls Continue reading St Martin to Bariloche
After a good while spending more than I was earning I had to shut myself away for a while and DO SOME WORK. So I moved to a lovely wee town called Villarrica and found some cheap digs. Continue reading Work, hot dogs and another addiction….
Las Thermas Geometricas are bit out of the way. So out of the way in fact that we gave up trying to get there on the first attempt, when a road that was marked on Continue reading Thermas Geometricas
I had always wanted to go the the Lago Distrito in Chile ever since the year 2000. On that occasion I landed in Santiago and went up country and not down as Continue reading Villarrica
The road from Mendoza was spectacular, but rather surprisingly lacking in snow. You pass through the Aconcagua national park, home to the highest mountain in the Americas, yet Continue reading Santiago
Experiencing going from Buenos Aires to Mendoza is a little like going from London to Hereford. If that were your only experience of The UK then you might be forgiven for not really getting the gist of The UK, Continue reading Mendoza
Imagine that a committee of Europeans came together and decided to make a city. It had to be a little bit gritty, more latin than Northern European but everyone would be represented. Continue reading Buenos Aires
I have finally settled down in the chocolate box pretty little town of Colonia del Sacramento to do some work. I mean I am supposed to be working on the hoof, which apart from a Continue reading Colonia and Work today
I expected a little bit of an overlap between Uruguay and Brazil in the same way that we get overlaps in Europe, like Catalonia and the Basque region Continue reading San Carlos to Atlantida
Brazil is a country that is changing from it’s fractious roots into something the world and indeed itself can grasp. It is so vast and encompasses Continue reading Leaving Brazil
Ilhabela was starting to become too comfortable. You know, like when you’re reclining in a summer orchard looking up at the trees through lidded eyes, Continue reading Sao Paulo to Florianopolis.
Ilhabela has peaks that are higher than anything in the U.K. at just under 1400 metres The only peak that has a clear trail to it’s summit Continue reading Pico do Baepi
We’re staying in a collection of houses perched on the side of a steep, sea facing hill that plunges down into the Atlantic. Continue reading Hospitality
I’m sitting looking out to sea on the veranda of a house that clings to the western side of Ilhabella. Continue reading Ilhabella
One thing that really stood out in Rio was that there were no beggars. In the short time we were there nobody asked us for anything. People smiled and offered us food, Continue reading Heading South
It hit me when I was about half way over the Atlantic, a swelling of joy passing though me. I had my cheek pressed to the plane window looking out at the clouds like flak Continue reading Stupid has the balls!