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...
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”
*at least not for your drivers
Today is our last day in Argentina. We leave our sportsground-turned-into-overpriced-campsite in the village of Dina Huapi and pedal towards Bariloche. This is one of Argentina’s tourist hotspots and we’re in high season. Continue reading “We Won’t Cry for You, Argentina*: Diary of Last Year #12”
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”
We wake up to another sunny day. Last night, we put up our tent in the courtyard of Juan and Norma. Juan started talking to us in a café in Cutral Có, drove us around town trying to find a place to sleep for us, and ended up offering us his courtyard. The offer included a warm shower and a dinner of delicious roasted chicken. Our getting-up time of 7 a.m. is clearly unusual for Argentina, but we manage to set off at 9 after having said good-bye to our hosts. Continue reading “The Mountains are Calling: Diary of Last Year #10”
