Eva Pfarrwaller & Miguel Anjo travel blog
Two recumbent bicycles, a tent, camp kitchen, no limits. After six years of sedentary life we start off towards the west, to see where Europe ends, and beyond...
We’re back in Puerto Montt. During the last week we crossed the island of Chiloé, cycled on a motorway for the first time, and met a guy walking from Ushuaia to Alaska (as I’m writing this, he’s still walking). Continue reading “Last Days of Summer: Diary of Last Year #16 – End of series.”
We’ve just spent a night on the ferry taking us from Puerto Chacabuco to Quellón, on the island of Chiloé. After cycling South on the Carretera Austral for two weeks, we have to turn our sails back towards the North, because a plane is waiting for us to take us back to Europe in 10 days. It has been a great two weeks on the Carretera Austral, despite the rain and the bumpy roads. We’re a bit sad not to cycle all the way to the Southern tip of the American continent, but that’s life. We might well be back one day on the Carretera Austral. Continue reading “A Night on the Boat: Diary of Last Year #15”
People often ask: What was the longest distance you cycled in one day? The question that usually follows is: And the shortest?
Well, if you want to know what our longest day was like, you’ll have to wait a bit until we get time to write about that. For today, we’ll tell you about our shortest day:
Continue reading “The Shortest Day of Our Trip: Diary of Last Year #14”
Not so long ago, when we crossed from Argentina to Chile for the second time, we had to run (or more accurately: pedal) to make it to the boat in time. It was a tiring experience and we couldn’t enjoy the scenery as much as we would have liked. We told ourselves we would not do this again. Continue reading “Another Boat Run: Diary of Last Year #13”
What a change of scenery! A week ago, we were still cycling in dry, flat Argentinian lands, looking for a shaded place for our lunchbreak, and worrying about not having enough water. Now, we’re cycling in dense, green forest, wearing our rain gear, and looking for a dry and wind-protected place for taking a break. Continue reading “Rain and Empanadas: Diary of Last Year #11”
