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#73 This Is It – The Final Blog

#73 This Is It – The Final Blog

The final photo of the bike We rode into Bogota with the knowledge we may not ride out again. This was where we were to, fingers crossed, sell the bike or ship it back to New Zealand. It didn’t take long while held-up in a bedraggled hostel to acknowledge the...
#68 25,000 kilometres – Reece

#68 25,000 kilometres – Reece

With the border into Ecuador fast approaching we passed the 25,000km mark. Our journey began on a concrete parking lot outside the airport at 0km; passing cotton floating through the air like snow at 1,000km;  passing fields of sunflowers all staring at us at...
#64 Floating Islands

#64 Floating Islands

The good fortune we expected from having a Priest bless our bike lasted all of about half an hour. Crossing the border into Peru we were extorted by the Police for not carrying bike insurance. Having only just entered the country and insurance not being available for...
#62 Surviving La Paz

#62 Surviving La Paz

A dried, llama fetus on sale at the Witches Market in downtown La Paz. Sitting in a descending canyon, surrounded by moon valleys, La Paz is famous for its unique topography, and altitude (3,600 m.a.s.l) and even more famous for its unique tourist attractions. During...
#59 The Worst Day Ever

#59 The Worst Day Ever

Arriving in Santa Cruz we finally found a bed to sleep in. One so comfortable we hardly left it, spending most of our time in the city watching television. Even our hostel’s pool couldn’t drag us away from the comfort of a mattress. Four days turned into...
#55 The Mountain That Eats Men

#55 The Mountain That Eats Men

At 4,030 metres Potosi has a claim on being the highest city in the world – a fact not easily forgotten while wheezing our way around the city’s streets. Between gasps of air we admired the colonial-style cathedrals, which can be found on every...