No Fixed Abode

At the Los Libertadores International Pass, at the top of the mountain, we checked-out of Argentina and entered Chile. Behind the...

It took only minutes to leave Foz do Iguaçu and Brazil, the informal return of Bolivar’s permit taking the longest. The customs officer...

We entered Brazil at Chuí, the country’s southernmost town. There were shops selling clothes and household items, enticing the population...

The ferry left Buenos Aires in a heavy drizzle and the grey Río de la Plata merged with a leaden sky. Landing on the opposite shore,...

Halfway across the international bridge we entered Argentina for the second time. Coming into the border area at Posadas, there were...

Half the window was covered-up so most of the light came from the choir. A maté gourd with its silver straw sat beside the computer...

In Villazón, Bolivia ended at a small bridge with a sign in the middle splitting the two countries. Immigration was a messy affair with...

No matter who we talked to, or when, they all agreed on one thing: Bolivia was a pain in the ass. The trouble was fuel there was...

The Huaquillas – Tumbes border was hardly recognizable. It was almost empty. Last time, the lines were three-deep and snaking all the way...

In 2019 there was a series of protests and riots in Ecuador due to the introduction of austerity measures and more importantly,...

When we were young the week before Easter was more of the same: plain Lenten denial, except now there was an end in sight. We were still...

If you want to drive in Colombia, in a Colombian vehicle, you must have a RUNT. This involves getting registered in a national database...

THE DECISION It was as far back as the second big lockdown, in late 2020, that we first thought seriously about buying a bike in South...

While waiting for parts in France I spent a long time researching altitudes and mountian passes, anything the Pyrennese might throw at...

There’s supposedly strong evidence that when thinking in a second language one becomes more rational, less emotional, thus paving the way...

The trouble with leaving one country on a high note is it’s not always mirrored by equally pleasing music on the other side. We entered...

There was a motorcycle repair shop in Hamburg called Zeitlos. Its owner is a certified master mechanic who we met on the Soviet Steeds...

Two to three months into the first lockdown, winter came to Peru. In our small, walled-in hotel outside Ica it was still hot during the...

There was a checkpoint with little sentry boxes entering Denmark. The line wasn’t long and we were waved through, US license plate and...

IRELAND It was 1986 when I’d last been on a motorbike in Ireland. And the same could be said for Fran. The amount of water that’s flowed...