Iritatingly, a dog has bitten a hole in one of my rear panniers. I have had to fix it up with the last of my duct tape, but it won't be so watertight now. It could have been worse. The delightful hound could have bitten my leg. So. Now I feel I need a weapon against "man's best friend". But which? This has...

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As I was cycling along I came across some saxophonists and a bunch of locals dancing. They blocked the whole road so I had to stop and watch (which I would have done anyway). In quick succession I was commanded to down 3 shots of goodness knows what. Luckily it was only a short downhill ride to the town.Made a quick recording. Here....

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Following from my Dylan Lyrics post here are some more song lyrics that are ringing true for me at the moment.First up,Outlines feat. RZA -Now That I'm Free Now that I'm on the road againGot time to think about where I'm goingI couldn't think beforeNow that I'm freeOpen your eyes so you can seeNow that I'm freeI'm going to ask this world for...

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There are two very popular ways to get to MP. On the train and on the Inca Trail. Both are obscenely expensive. However, there is also a third way. Suitable for those with a taste for adventure, a tight budget or a penchant for the weird and akward. I began with a scenic cycle tour of the sacred valley with Mike. We whizzed...

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The best way to see the sights of a city centre is undoubtably on foot. But how to start? In my book it's a good idea to hit the ground running. In several cities I have headed off in the morning for a jog around the main tourist sights. It has to be the best way to get an overview of the character...

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Among the cultural differences of different countries, one of the first to be investigated is the beer. Bottoms up! Argentina****A good country for beer and barbeques.Quilmes***The most popular beer in Argentina. Named after some ruins that Russ and I decided not to bother with as we were having a mare on a ripio road into a headwind. Reasonable enough lager. Coming across a...

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The sign read: CUSCO 244.60km. Such confidence to use two decimal places! I'd left Ayaviri and had put in sufficient distance to warrant a biscuit stop. Whilst I was sat leaning on a fencepost, munching away, swigging coke and reading, a cycle-tourer pulled up.Mike started his trip down in Puerto Montt and will finish, albeit a little reluctantly, in Cusco. We pressed on...

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