We came across a magnificent road from Mendoza, Argentina into Chile and had flurries of snow as we cleared customs at 3200m but then the race was on as Gareth and I left the others for a speedy ride to the Santiago hotel “Atton” where he had promised to be available for a radio interview. […]
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Key Man Award
We were in the small town of Villa Union (about 200km North of Mendoza, Argentina). On the street I came across Miguel a key cutter, working out of the back of an old combi van, sounds pretty normal until you look at the setup. He was also living in the van, and when you opened […]
team work
Gareth often had stupid ideas but this last one was too much. But I went along with it anyway …. for the good of the team. After afternoon break when we all wanted to be finished for the day HE suggested that I get out in front, and PRETEND I had had a crash to […]
And so to Salta, Argentina
We wound our way down the Andes and overnighted at a smallish town called Purmamarka after a dream road. We descended nearly 2000m in 12 km and had 32 switchbacks as well as lots of sweepers to relax around. Surrounded by red sculpted cliffs and marvelling at the engineers who designed this masterpiece I longed […]
A day in the wops of Bolivia
We left our little mud hut home-stay in San Juan before the others and after wandering a maze of tracks through the desert, following a gps arrow to get a “near enough” direction, thought we were lost. After no sign or sight of any life for an hour, then we saw an adobe mud cottage. […]
A letter from La Paz
We descended into the huge crater in the earth that is the location of this metropolis. The sun glinted on the roofs and windows of basic houses hanging off the cliff sides of the huge bowl but we couldn’t take our eyes of the road. Traffic chaos to the untrained eye seems to get everyone […]
I’ve been busy
There is always an excuse not to write blogs about our trip, and that is mine. We haven’t had a day off the bikes since Astrakhan, at the end of our North South traverse of Russia. We had 3 currencies in a day, 6 countries in a week and when we got to the amazing […]
A funny incident a while back
Last bike in the group is the most vulnerable to being preyed on by the police in Russia. I was waved in and stopped and informed of the traffic rule I had supposedly broken, fabricated incident. Drivers license was examined in detail and I was told to get in the police car. No way I […]
Out of Russia
We are out of Russia and looking back I have managed to change some of my preconceived ideas of this huge place. They are a generous and wonderful people and a country that you feel very safe in as a woman traveller. We have been directed across towns and and had folk turn up with […]
The Astrakhan Coat dream
M Aunt (or was it my mother)had a black coat of thin delicate sheep skin, very fine tight curls and exotic looking. It was along time ago, but I always remember it being called an Astrakhan coat. I came to Astrakhan looking for one, or maybe a hat of this exquisite material. No luck. But […]
