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Wine tasting by bicycle in Mendoza

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Wine tasting by bicycle in Mendoza

On Tim’s first rtw adventure four years ago, he went wine tasting by bike in New Zealand. From the moment he told me about it, I have dreamt of doing the same. So we couldn’t resist a quick trip into Argentina to sample the delights it has to offer.

We found a nice hostel on the outskirts of town, big double room with private bathroom and TV. Reasonably priced and with breakfast included, we thought it was worth the extra effort of getting into town. And having seen the town, I think we were right. Not that it isn’t a nice town, it is. But it’s not a patch on its surroundings and as we planned to cook for ourselves, the suburbs were perfect – especially as it was so close to the bus station which gets you to Mr Hugo’s to rent bikes. Read the rest of this entry

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Jurassic hangover

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Jurassic hangover

In Peru we made friends with a lovely couple who had just travelled through Bolivia. In that worldly way travellers tend to do we drank an awful lot and discussed the world, set it to rights, swapped tips and had a pretty drunken high opinion of ourselves. What’s wrong with that? Exactly, nothing.

It’s because of that night that we’re now in Sucre, a white washed town in the middle of Bolivia. It’s pretty, full of typical Bolivian markets and there are Joyerias (Jewellers) everywhere. Sucre is also the home to the geekiest stop on our tour – Jurassic Park. Read the rest of this entry

The art of doing nothing… (We’re on the road to nowhere)

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The art of doing nothing… (We’re on the road to nowhere)

Sometimes travelling can lead you to natural beauty, man-made wonders and cultures that inspire you. It can lead you somewhere miles off the beaten track learning about ways of life you never even knew existed. Occasionally travelling can lead you to that once in a lifetime experience you’ve been dreaming of your whole life…

Sometimes travelling can lead you to Kep.

There’s nothing in Kep. Read the rest of this entry

The Kampot Labyrinth… (Withnail, Gemma, Guy, John, Marion and I)

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The Kampot Labyrinth… (Withnail, Gemma, Guy, John, Marion and I)

We’d heard that Kampot has a way of keeping people. We were told that travellers go there and stay there, and the ones that manage to leave always return. It sounded like a myth, a tale meant to intreague and capture the imagination and we didn’t believe it. We knew we’d leave because we had places to be. We’d leave Kampot after a night or two to spend some time in Kep and then on to Phnom Penh… At least that’s what we thought.

It all started with a coconut.  Read the rest of this entry