May 15, 2023 Marc

The Hotel Reggiani  has been in the same family since the fifties, and it shows. Although I slept like a log being dog tired anyway, I couldn’t help thinking that it was showing its age, with door handles and shower curtains falling off. (more…)

May 2, 2023 Marc

Day 4 Friday We agreed that for the next few days we’d have a spot of R&R, so on Friday morning we bought freshly baked medialunas and checked the bikes over while enjoying breakfast. With that done, we took a leisurely ride along the Madryn seafront where we visited a monument to the Welsh colonists, another commemorating the fallen of the Falklands/Malvinas war and then continued along the coast to an old lighthouse overlooking Playa Paraná, where there is the wreck of the fishing trawler, Folías – we would return there later for further investigation. On leaving the hostel that…

April 20, 2023 Marc

Day 3 – 500kms Not being able to sleep through the Rio Colorado thunderstorm, which I was thoroughly enjoying by the way, I slid off my bunk to find there was no power. Fortunately I had scrounged steaming hot water for my thermos flask before retiring and I was able to make a coffee. So, mug in hand, I shambled over to hotel reception using my phone as a torch, to find the owner’s wife wandering around in the dark with a candle in her hand. Later, her husband joined us and informed me that due to a wiring fault,…

April 17, 2023 Marc

Day 2 – 440km After sleeping for nearly ten hours, which for me is a new record, I took advantage of the electric kettle (a rarity in Argentine hostelries) and made a coffee using my coffee pack – a Tupperware container with sachets of sugar, powdered milk, and Nescafe Gold, complete with spoon and mug, which I had brought along for exactly that purpose. I’m usually a very early riser and get a bit grouchy if I have to wait for the hotel to crank up the coffee. After loading up the bikes with our gear we filled up at…

December 26, 2022 Marc

The Hand Of Fate.   I spent the first 60 minutes of the final riding around Buenos Aires on my motorcycle and absorbing the atmosphere. The streets were completely deserted, like a scene from The Walking Dead, so I turned off the engine at  traffic lights to listen for roars and cheers. (more…)

December 16, 2022 Marc

Where do I start? Argentina started disastrously, but somehow have managed to reach the final on Sunday and in retrospect, not by the skin of their teeth, but by sheer talent and, dare I say it, passion. (more…)

November 8, 2022 Marc

10,000 motorcyclists converge on the University of Buenos Aires Law Dept in order to focus on armed gangs who target bikes and steal them at gunpoint. We hope the authorities will notice and take action against the criminals who steal and murder with apparent impunity on motorways in Buenos Aires province.

May 4, 2022 Marc

I published The Last British President on Amazon/KDP in Feb 2019 and I always hoped to get it translated into Spanish eventually, because the plot is mainly set in Buenos Aires, where I live. I had considered Babelcube, but I wasn’t happy about the lack of face to face, not to mention the commission. My first attempt to have it translated was through a bilingual friend in October 2019, but the standard of translation was very poor indeed (too literal), so we had to end that arrangement in March 2020 and put it down to…