I awake one Autumn Patagonian morning. I am cold. My sleeping bag is soaked through. I try to open my tent. I can’t. The zipper is frozen shut. Why is my sleeping bag wet? I panic and force the tent’s zipper open. Everything outside is white. I am cold. Why is my sleeping bag wet? My bicycle looks all pretty, white and sparkly!
I run my hand over the tent. It’s frozen. The tent being frozen fills me with excitement. I have no idea why. Defrosting will take hours in such coldness and I make the executive decision to pack up frozen. I’m in a remote part of the world. A road to this part of Patagonia was only completed in 1996. Such remoteness means I can’t be sure I’ll even pass a house this day. Having a wet tent and sleeping bag could well be a problem when temperatures plummet as night arrives. My fingers hurt with cold. Pack up fast Ishbel and get cycling!
I stick my head inside the tent. My hands touch the wet sleeping bag and my mind flashes back to the long climb the previous day. My thoughts consumed with each pedal stroke of sticking my thumb out and hitchhiking. A ridiculous state of mind to be in. There is no traffic on this road! Continue reading →
Cycling Patagonia. The foxes stole my food. The birds of prey stole my food. The man stole my jacket. I ran out of water and I cried. I achieved my ultimate dream of hiking the Torres del Paine Circuit in Patagonia. Albeit the first attempt I got rescued on Xmas Day in a snow storm. […] Continue reading →
On leaving Tolhuin Bakery I am gifted with an incredible tail wind and I’m cycling on the highs of a Glee movie-set for 70 glorious kilometres. Then my head is down and I’m pushing at my pedals achieving no more than 7 kph. I will learn all too soon this is only a whisper of what the Patagonian wind has in store […] Continue reading →
The second day of cycling across South America and I awake to snow and a little fox playing close to my tent. I catch myself calling on the fox as I would a wee cute puppy and give myself a shake. When it snows in Scotland it’s absolutely ‘baltic’ but here it doesn’t seem so cold. Having […] Continue reading →
Greg also known as the is arriving to Ushuaia just as I’ve finished in the Tierra del Fuego Park. I haven’t met Greg before but we are Facebook friends and he’s been cycling the world for almost four years. I’m excited as I pedal to the airport to meet one of my cycling heroes. I have so many […] Continue reading →
I find no alternative than to abandon my belongings each day inside my tent, as I explore the trails of the Tierra del Fuego National Park. Hoping my world remains inside my tent on my return. This is Patagonia hen. Naw Glesga. And I needn’t worry. It’s breakfast time and I’m sitting with Pierrette, another girl hiking […] Continue reading →