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
Tierra Del Fuego
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
Greg also known as the [ilink url=”http://thestarvingcyclist.blogspot.cl/” style=”note”]The Starving Cyclist[/ilink] 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
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
I began cycling the world in 2014 and two years on I remembered how much I loved hiking the Munro’s back home in Scotland. I wondered why I wasn’t hiking the world as well as cycling it. Now I’m pedalling in my hiking boots with a 70 litre rucksack strapped to the back of my
Missing friends goes hand in hand with long term travel. It’s the toughest part to it and the biggest reason people struggle to stay on the road for a long time. Here’s a video I made so far away from the people I love … Cherise your loved ones. WBG xxx Ishbel HolmesIshbel, creator of World Bike Girl, has
My ultimate travel dream of South America comes crashing down to earth with a bang into the gusts of wind so brutal, pushing me this way and that all over the road. Cycling out from Ushuaia airport I’m scared at my inability to control my bicycle and pedal only 3 km before retreating to the [ilink url=”http://www.refugiodelmochilero.com/” style=”note”]Mochilero [/ilink] camping, reserved exclusively for cycle tourers.
After a whopping sixty four hours of travel to reach the most southernly town in the world, my plane descends with my face stuck to the window. It’s impossible to open my eyes wide enough to take in the incredible uninterrupted snow capped peaks that make up the worlds longest mountain range; the Andes.