We didn’t expect to stay so long in this little Swiss village, but it was rather welcomed. After traversing the length of South America, hiking every other…… Read more “Swissiloche”
Author: Ben
The Shire of the North
El Bolsón. A shire characterised by its hippie tranquility. The town is situated 100 kilometers away from Bariloche (the Swiss village of Argentina) and lies at the…… Read more “The Shire of the North”
Smokey Mountains
El Chaltén. A place where people come to admire the surrounding mammoths. A place where Zeus (Fitz Roy) admirably looks upon the town below. Every now and…… Read more “Smokey Mountains”
Titans, Torres and Triumphs
We’ve arrived in the much anticipated Patagonia! The land of glaciers, vast mountain ranges, guanacos (alpacas) and vistas for as far as the eye can see. Coming…… Read more “Titans, Torres and Triumphs”
Paris, Peron and Ponchos
Not a day passes by without some activity planned in this European city of Buenos Aires (more on that in a moment). Arriving by ferry, the city…… Read more “Paris, Peron and Ponchos”
Maté anyone?
I sit writing this post on a plush chesterfield armchair, the contents of which seem to ply off one’s bottom. The room surrounding has the reminisce of…… Read more “Maté anyone?”
É fantástico!
Where do we begin? We got to Rio days before the famous carnival would start. Thinking the entire city would transform, we quickly started doing some research. Our guide from the day before had mentioned that there were well over 2000 different block parties scattered over various parts of the city. Exciting!
Brothers, falafels and sugar mountains
I (Ben) am writing this post on our way to Chuy, a small town on the border between Brazil and Uruguay. Rio has been one hell of…… Read more “Brothers, falafels and sugar mountains”
‘Amazona, Amazona’! (Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody)
Phew, we survived the deep jungle. There was no way we were going to get out of there without battle scars, with wave after wave of mosquito making a feast of our European skins. In total we’ve counted about 50 bites, in spite of the gallons of deet we applied. Let’s chalk this one up to a unique experience than, shall we?
Perigoso!
We arrived in Belém and quickly made our way to the Uber driver. As we had arrived in the middle of the night, it was hard to see our surroundings, other than the endless potholes in the road. In broken English, our driver managed to point out that to our right was port Belém, where we could take our ferry off into the Amazon…
2 Silly Llamas 