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.
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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.
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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.
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I found a lovely bunch of people running a paragliding hostel a short half an hours walk from town. The welcome was wonderful at the house of Martin and Mariella, there were a few other paragliding folks and Martins’s brother Diego. Continue reading Paragliding, Tragedy, New year and Refugios
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 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