Entries by allan

More Than The Bottom of the World.

Ushuaia is much more than a sign at the end of the road. So here I am. In Ushuaia. Luck and good fortune allowed me to reconnect with Bepe, my long lost friend from a year and a half ago in Alaska. But the beauty of adventure motorcycle travel is the camaraderie and friends old […]

The Straits of Magellan. Just Another Movie Scene?

I prepared for the worst possible situation for the crossing on the notorious Straits of Magellan. Horror stories of massive swells tossing the ferry around like a toy while passengers toss their morning breakfast overboard. I had my tie downs easily accessible and placed an anti-seasickness patch behind my ear. The last time I can […]

Hail The Wind. Onward to the bottom of the world.

The fresh air. Vast open spaces. Golden pampas. Limitless horizon. And perhaps the most fantastic rugged mountains in South America. This is Patagonia. Centuries ago as European adventurers explored new lands tales spread of enormous indigenous people from the southern tip of South America. The stories propagated as explorers including Magellan, Sir Francis Drake and […]

Every Way The Wind Blows In Torres del Paine

It turns out that a my relatively wind-free day yesterday climbing to the mirador was yet another good fortune bestowed upon me and my fellow trekkers. After a quick breakfast of mediocre coffee and overcooked bread, I trekked out to the parking lot to tie my dry bag down and head to Lago Pehoé to […]

Wow! Torres del Paine – Chile

End of the day in Torres del Paine, Parque Nacional Chile. There is so much to see in Torres del Paine. Most serious travelers coming to this magic place straddling the Chilean/Argenintean border in the Andes will trek the “Circuit”. This involves either a 3 or 7 day hike through the valleys, mountains and lakes […]

More Repairs and On The Road Again.

I was too tired from the days trek to do anything about the predicament I was in. I was certain there was no one with the capacity to weld aluminum in this town. Yet I needed to straighten the bracket so that the Jesse bag could hang straight and offer unencumbered access to the fuel […]