I’ve told this story before, but never on this blog. As my laptop is still broken, no time to come up with anything new for now, so here we go!
I started my journey across Latin America in Ushuaia, Argentina, in November 2015. Since then, I’ve been solo cycling slowly, yet steadily, through heaven and hell. Within eighteen months, I’ve crossed the isolated valleys and heavy headwinds of Patagonia, the palm embroidered, rhythmic coastal villages of Uruguay, the Alpine-like communities with their Oktoberfests