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…)
Day 7 – Monday 10th April Being a weather watcher, which is a habit I inherited from my sailing days, I had been keeping an eye on the skies for several days and it became apparent that a big change was on its way. (more…)
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…
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,…
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…
When my sister gave me a slice of slate from her house near Llandeilo in West Wales some years ago, I made vague plans to take the stone to Patagonia and donate it to the Welsh community. (more…)
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…)
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…)
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.
I’m signing books at the book fair!
A couple of videos on how to build a modern PC. (more…)
Following several months of careful translation to Spanish, El Último Presidente Inglés will be published on Amazon as paperback and Kindle eBook in January 2022. This is what the book cover will look like.
We have no idea why this has been done, except that Facebook puts the reason as abusive material. Like, PCs can be abusive… (more…)