I walked the last five kilometers to my hostel in Punta Arenas. My tire was punctured in a severe enough way that I figured it was take...

The ferry from Caleta Tortel left at 11:00pm. Over the course of my trip, I had developed a deep mistrust of scheduled times in Latin...

After climbing up to Lago Cerro Castillo, I was sore all over. As it turns out, cycling and hiking don’t really use the same muscle...

Morning in Puyuhuapi dawned dark and rainy. One could almost be forgiven for not knowing it was morning at all. I had an important...

Ah, the Carretera Austral. Ruta 7. Patagonia’s famous road trip, shrouded in an infamous past. 1200 kilometres of mountains, glaciers,...

After a few days at the hostel in Bariloche, it was time to backtrack. I had a day’s ride back around the lake to Villa La Angostura,...

I arrived in San Martín de Los Andes a shell of my former self. Just kidding. It wasn’t really that dramatic, but I was tired and...

So. Ruta 40. My wayward journey. I woke up in Ranquil Norte with sore arms. I guess I put some real upper body effort into controlling my...

Do you ever have things in your life that don’t really go the way you imagined? Like, maybe you’ve always been a dog person but you...

“I will cross the Andes on a bicycle,” I said. “It will be fun,” I said. So I did cross the Andes, and it was (mostly) fun, but I did not...

I was really worried about biking out of Santiago, but I shouldn’t have been. I was expecting insane traffic, zero road shoulders,...

I don’t want to brag, but I can’t say I was sad to leave Canadian winter behind. Winter isn’t all bad, but if I never had to hold a snow...