No Espanol! Bus and Bike across Latino America

I have now been travelling throughout South America for over nine months, however if you view my journals you could be forgiven for not believing this (I could never be called a prolific writer).

My latest travels began in Ecuador where I flew into Quito on the 31st May 2007, where after a short period of acclimatisation I began a fun but some what arduous cycle through Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, ending in Cordoba Northern Argentina on the 10th November. A trip which saw me rapidly lose the two stone of extra weight I had accumulated whilst sitting behind a desk for the past four years maintaining the computer systems for other professional cyclists as the IT Manager of British Cycling.

A journey which would also see me cycle over 4000m and do it another eighteen times peeking at 4850m where I constantly felt sick and my head felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer from the inside trying to get out. I would also chase my tent down a mountain; watch endless items of equipment fly past me never to be seen again; break endless parts of my bike due to the vibrations of stony river bed roads; camp alone on the peaks of mountains or beneath the ruins of ancient cultures; cycle fifty kilometres in wrong direction at 4000 metres due to my inability to distinguish East from West.

I am still travelling but now using both bus and bike and have been since I met my Girl friend Katrina in Buenos Aeries on the 12th November 2007. I plan to log my cycling adventure as a separate trip (

I have now been travelling throughout South America for over nine months, however if you view my journals you could be forgiven for not believing this (I could never be called a prolific writer).

My latest travels began in Ecuador where I flew into Quito on the 31st May 2007, where after a short period of acclimatisation I began a fun but some what arduous cycle through Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, ending in Cordoba Northern Argentina on the 10th November. A trip which saw me rapidly lose the two stone of extra weight I had accumulated whilst sitting behind a desk for the past four years maintaining the computer systems for other professional cyclists as the IT Manager of British Cycling.

A journey which would also see me cycle over 4000m and do it another eighteen times peeking at 4850m where I constantly felt sick and my head felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer from the inside trying to get out. I would also chase my tent down a mountain; watch endless items of equipment fly past me never to be seen again; break endless parts of my bike due to the vibrations of stony river bed roads; camp alone on the peaks of mountains or beneath the ruins of ancient cultures; cycle fifty kilometres in wrong direction at 4000 metres due to my inability to distinguish East from West.

I am still travelling but now using both bus and bike and have been since I met my Girl friend Katrina in Buenos Aeries on the 12th November 2007. I plan to log my cycling journey as a separate trip (No Espanol!! A bad mechanics cycle from Quito, Equador to Cordoba, Argentin 2007) and begin a fresh trip starting from today which I hope you will find as interesting as the places we have and are visiting.