KTM 950

Bem-Vindo ao Brasil!!

The ride to the Brasilian frontera at Chuy is short. I practice my Portuguese on the beautiful aduana agent as she processes my paperwork and wonder to myself if her presence here is part of a tourism campaign. She finishes and smiles as she welcomes me to Brasil in near perfect English. My gringo accent […]

La costa de Uruguay

I enjoy my stay in Montevideo and will miss hanging with my friends at Green Hostal. I reluctantly tear myself away from the old city and make my way north up the coast. I pass through a number of resort cities whose coastlines are littered with high rise buildings for the denizens of tourists who […]

Uruguayan urges

I’ve been riding for a year and a half and I don’t know how this trip will end just yet. Around the time I was in Quito (Ecuador) I became interested in riding Africa after South America. The logistics appealed to me at the time but after some consideration I figure I can maximize my […]

Last minuet trip to Colonia

I get a little too comfortable in Buenos Aires and forget to get my passport and import visa renewed. It’s been 90 days since I crossed the border in Tierra del Fuego and I leave for Uruguay in a few days. If I show up at the border with an expired passport and import visa […]

The city of fair winds

After a year of living on the road I look forward to shedding my tourist skin. Staying with my friend in Recoleta is a welcome dose of domestic life. She lives with her 96 year old grandmother and I enjoy being a temporary addition to their family. The neighborhood has a Parisian feel to it […]

The Paris of maintenance

Buenos Aires means maintenance so I head to Dakar Motos in Florida Oeste where I will spend a few weeks working on the bike and easing back into civilization after the long ride through Patagonia. Negrita is the shop cat and she likes the mornings. I go about sorting my bike and travel plans and […]

La Posta

legendary in the motorcycle travel world, you don’t come to South America without visiting La Posta. Azul, Argentina

Pollo y Azul

It is tough to leave the comfort of El Gualicho but I need to get north. I was unable to find a rear tire in Puerto Madryn so what rubber that remains will need to get me to the next destination. The 400+ miles to Bahia Blanca passes by effortlessly as I continue to distance […]

When the rubber meets the ruta 3

My battery is flat again the following morning and I convince the owner of the hostal to give me a jump. His wife seems displeased that her husband didn’t use the opportunity to bleed me for more money. Tired of being cold and wanting to escape the cash vortex of Rio Gallegos I get on […]

The ride north begins

I hit the lonnggg, cold, and windy grind up ruta 3 in search of warmer days. I’ve been heading south since I left my home in Arizona and for the first time in almost a year I point the bike on a northern trajectory. I want to make it to Rio Gallegos from Ushuaia which […]