by PeterMurtagh-user | Apr 5, 2020 | Blog
When things start coming at you, they can come slowly at first and then all of a sudden. It’s Monday, March 20th and I’m in Eliana’s place, my hostel bolthole in Punta Arenas. I got into Chile four days previously, on the eve of the Argentine/Chile border being closed...
by PeterMurtagh-user | Apr 4, 2020 | Blog
Having made it into Chile from Argentina just before the frontier was sealed to all transnational movement because of coronavirus, the question now was, “is there a way to move up the country?” Chile’s southern-most region, the very bottom of continental America, is...
by PeterMurtagh-user | Apr 3, 2020 | Blog
March 31st, Punta Arenas Patricio Corcoran sits in his office on the outskirts of Punta Arenas, a motorway on one side of his company headquarters, the Strait of Magellan on the other, and ponders who he is. “I am proud to be the son of an Irishman,” he says during...
by PeterMurtagh-user | Mar 31, 2020 | Blog
March, Argentina My journey south from Buenos Aires is barely a few days old when two unconnected incidents reinforce why I adore travel and the random incidents that make it such a joy. Hot, sweaty and tired, the bike and me slide into Trelew, a largish city of some...
by PeterMurtagh-user | Mar 29, 2020 | Blog
Ruta 3, March 10th onwards Good signposting does not prevent me taking the wrong way out of Buenos Aires airport. For some stupid reason, I find myself heading north and, during a nanosecond’s hesitation on the PanAm highway that skirts the city, incur the wrath of a...
by PeterMurtagh-user | Mar 28, 2020 | Blog
The helpful woman in the ferry office had said yes. Yes, there was a ferry from Punta Arenas to Porto Williams. It would be Thursday, the day after tomorrow, sailing at 6pm, check-in at 5pm. It would be a long sail: disembark at 1am Saturday – more than 30 hours...
