So in the interests of full disclosure and being honest with my dear readers I have to admit to more than a little bit of anxiety about the next couple of weeks. I'm currently holed up in the lovely town of Salta in Northern Argentina (I'll create a post in this place later) preparing for …
Month: Feb 2020
The Road to Salta
I realise the last few posts have been a bit text heavy and photo light so here's a few of the wonderful landscape between Tacuarembo and Salta in Northern Argentina. It's the region where they've held legs of the Dakar Rally previously, it's easy to see why! Hopefully this will help blow away some of …
Argentina’s Manchester and Leeds
Cordoba and Rosario are Argentina's second and third cities and have a lot to recommend them. That's why I choose not to slag either off with the dreaded Birmingham tag. Rosario It looked like a big detour from Paraguay, and it really was. Two long days on the familiar dead straight boiling hot, featureless landscapes …
Into Paraguay
It's a risk having a name similar to some eleses. Even if we don't mean to, sometimes sub-consciously, and often consciously, we compare and contrast. What might Uruguay and Paraguay have in common I wonder? We don't idly consider what Uruguay and Chile might have in common. I fear for the 'stans. How little Tajiki... …
Iguazu Falls
For much of the last 200 miles to the very northern tip of Argentina I was muttering under my helmet that these falls better bloody be worth it. Well, I eventually made it and my mood was immediately lightened when I checked into my swanky accommodation. A log cabin with two bedrooms, kitchen, it's own …
Hard days on the road
I say "hard".. it's all relative isn't it? Swanning about South America with total freedom and no real cares in the world can't really be called "hard" can it? No doubt many faithful readers will happily point out how hard it is to get up in the pitch black at 6:00am and grind out a …
Punto Del Diablo and across the centre
After a heavy couple of nights in Montevideo I had to hit the road north to the windswept hippie haven of Punto Del Diablo. I'm a bit disappointed that I hit this place overtired for just one night. Everyone speaks very highly of the place but I just wasn't really in the frame of mind …
Original Skinhead brother number one
Having beat a hasty retreat from the carnival shenanigans and taken in a pretty good live blues band elsewhere, I decided to head to a small bar/restaurant that had a night billed on Facebook as having a guest French DJ playing Afro-groove. After walking in and seeing DJ Baobassa spinning old vinyl 45s I knew …
Montevideo
I can't say that I knew much (anything) about Montevideo before I traveled the uncannily like-Leicestershire-in-the-summer countryside. I guess I did have a creaping curiosity about how a national capital predicted the rise of the VCR, or perhaps gave it its name? My mind playing tricks or the A426? The route to my digs took …
Into Uruguay
And so we bade a fond farewell to Buenos Aires by jumping on the super slick, super fast, catamaran ferry which ploughs the Rio Del Plata between BA and Colonia Del Sacromento. Another cloudless blue sky and temperatures tipping into the low 30s made me grateful not to be in my motorbike getup for long. …
