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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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?”
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!
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”
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?
We arrived at the area around the private harbour where our boat, San Marino III, was docked. As we watched people arrive, the space around us grew smaller and smaller and soon we were surrounded by a giant curtain of hundreds of colourful hammocks, up to the point that we were rubbing feet with our neighbours. Everything for the experience, right?