It seemed to be dark late this morning. The sun was hiding behind the mountains. It was chilly. 4 degrees in Poki, so not warm outside. I had left some underwear and socks hanging outside to dry overnight. Unsurprisingly, they were not dry, so had to be hung up in…
Last nights camp was excellent. Again, clean, tidy operational facilities. We must have turned a corner..:) Run by a little old lady. Most men haven’t got a clue…:) Today we have to book a ferry to cross the next piece of water. Or do we? Jen has been worrying about…
Our roadside camping spot proved peaceful. A couple of cars passed, after we first parked, then there was no other passing traffic. It rained heavily during the night and we had to close the roof vents. We were awake early. I was worrying the alarm wouldn’t go off. It did…
Distance traveled, so far. Looking at the miles we have driven since Cartagena, nearly 3 months ago…8100miles or 13000k’s. We still have another 2500 k’s to go to get to Ushuaia, at the bottom of South America. Then start the journey north again, on the eastern side of the continent.…
Packing up a wet and muddy tent, after picking off some giant slugs, wasn’t much fun. It rained again during the night, but was clearing when we got up. We went into Los Lagos to look for bread rolls. I was just coming out of the Panaderia, with the rolls,…
Some priority’s. Resolve the wifi issue. It’s difficult to know the meaning of the repeated txt messages from the cell phone company. Are they about to terminate our supply? Are they trying to sell us something? So after packing up and saying good-bye to our reclusive neighbour’s beautiful border collie…
Leaving Salto del Lara. Last night, Google maps took us on a very long winded route via small gravel tracks to Camping La Isla. This morning we were back on Highway 5 within 5 minutes. However, this meant we passed nowhere to buy bread rolls for lunch. It has developed…
Jen mentioned the fact that the camp owners seemed to be dealing with a flood, when we arrived yesterday!. Clearly they are diverting a stream through their property and allowing it to flood the fields used for camping. I noticed water build-up in the field next to us and wondered…
Leaving Pichilemu Some days everything does smoothly, others don’t go so well. Today started with only cold water in the shower. Perhaps this should have been an omen. Pichilemu is a laid-back, dusty, surfing town with a good vibe. I didn’t pay any attention to how the sat-nav had programmed…
With some regret, we moved on from this lovely campground. Actually, it’s the back and front yard of a private house but with plenty of grass and space for campers. Grape vines, olive, apple trees and a soccer field, set the scene. Lovely warm showers and even hot water at…