Round the World Bicycle Tour since 2006
Nestled between Brazil and Argentina, Uruguay often gets overlooked as a bicycle touring destination. With its long coastline, verdant interior and colonial history, this laidback South American country will certainly please. Guest bloggers Eva Pfarrwaller and Miguel Anjo tell us more
Colombia » Venezuela » Guyana » Suriname » French Guyana » Brazil » Bolivia » Paraguay » Uruguay » Argentina » Chile » Bolivia »A short flight brought us to Colombia, once off-limits for tourists due to safety concerns, but
60 seconds or so. That’s all it took for a bold bicycle thief to bound away on Eric’s fully-loaded KOGA. Those careless 60 seconds in Bolivia will probably turn out to be the most costly moments of my life. Because
I used to like to boast about how few problems we’d run into in five years on the road bicycle touring around the world. I loved busting all the myths about the world being a dangerous place full of thieves,
Our two big Andean adventures (Paso Sico and the remote Southwest Bolivia ride) left me with more than some nice photos and a few good tales to tell. Those cold hard rides had gifted me something that felt like the
“We’re going out for a while. If any tourists show up, just tell them to wait.” Yeah, alright, sure…we’ll do that. You can count on us–two random cyclists—to take charge of the Bolivia Immigration Post. From the Chilean desert town
“She doesn’t look good.” “I’ve never seen her like that. Just collapsed on the side of the road and refused to move. I had to drag her back on to her bike. Force her to pedal. I told her she’d
Stunning. Jaw-dropping beautiful. Amazing. Awe-inspiring. There’s something quite spectacular about the varied landscapes of Northern Argentina that words can’t quite capture. Arid and peaceful at times, brooding and pensive when a storm rolls across the Andes. These is a world
Flooding. We hadn’t expected it in on the Puna. But this was a La niña year, said the locals. Clima loco. Crazy weather. In this part of Northern Argentina, undulating Ruta 40 and the other minor roads we bounced along
Curva 3 and already I was short of breath. Gasping and gulping in precious oxygen. I reckoned we were at just over 2,000 meters. That’s nothing in the Andes. La Paz, the highest capital city in world lies at around